Luyện nghe bài hát Let The Records Play

When the comes, he puts his records on
And with his blistered thumb hits
And with the up he goes and fills his cup
And lets the drummer drum away the pain, the pain

Breaking, forsaken, what's you're taken?
Bleeding the feeling, he the records play

And the future dim
The cigarette in
The green light grim
And when the shot glass talks he goes to up
he's nice and numb again, again

Shaken, the breaking, not one for faking, no!
The reeling is
He lets the records play, there's in his ways

I've been down and I fell so hard and far grace
I've hurt and I still recall the flaws on her face
been off but but I'm on my feet, my feet again

Shaken, forsaken, what's that taking?
Oh! The weeding, the feeling, he the records play

but breaking, not one for faking, oh!
The is healing, he lets the records play!

Oh, wisdom in his ways