Luyện nghe bài hát Drowse

It's the sad eyed
Yesterday's I remember
It's the bleak street, week partings I recall
It's the mistier the hazier days
The sun and the easier lays
There's all the more reason for and crying
When you're younger and isn't to hard at all

It's the fantastic
Of the Sundays
That you to rages of tears
The unending
To all your good times
In thoughts of middle-aged years
the vertical hold all the things that you're told
For the everyday it all turns to zero
And there's all the more
For living or dying you're young
And your troubles are all small

Out here on the street gather and meet
And up the sidewalk
endlessly restless feet
Half on the we'd broaden our minds
in the pool hall
Than we did in the hall
With the down chewing gum bums
Watching the night the lights and the fun

wanted to be the boy next door
Always thought I'd be something
But it ain't for a small town boy
It ain't at all
Thinkin' it and doin' it wrong
easier from an arm chair
Waves of alternatives over my sleepiness
Have my eggs for breakfast I guess

I think be Clint Eastwood
Hendrix he was good
Let's try William the
Now who do I like