Luyện nghe bài hát Blues For The Muse

I up in the early when I see my day walk in
I wake up in the early I start to begin
I drink up my coffee to dreams away
And I think about leaving but for the day

Oh, glory but I just stay
Think about my loving, yes, of the time

I want to take it
it hard like they say
But I can

And most any morning, most any
I to be born into my guitar day

say it's all butterflies
Don't let your get in your eyes
But Orpheus made the
'Cause he how to play

Well, she sings so fadey, I called my guitar
She's a noted writer, I can't seem to let her be
And she is my flower, I call her my hour
She's a low special, and baby enough for me

I got sorrow spells, I got spells
She showed up low to the away
And it's raining in the ocean, in the ocean

And on the mountain and just like they say
I'm the string striker, just the lamplighter
I ain't no price fighter, easy to play

Well, she like the seashore
Tonight I don't ride on seesaw
I will call up the if they have a little word to say

And I I'll try cloud walking
just my face you see here talking
And it's the guitar singing
And I to let her have her way

And all right, you're in the graveyard now
And it's all right, in the graveyard now

You may weep, you may
You may pass your so gay
But lucky in life, I swear
Surely going to have to meet your day

Well, she sings the seashore
I don't ride on your seesaw
I will call up the angels if they have a little to say

And I think I'll try walking
It's just my face you see talking
And it's just the singing
And I to let her have her way