Luyện nghe bài hát Luther's windows

Luther's windows are littered with
A crystal, a picture, a dead sage
A dusty white curtain, the prints of a dog
A glass collection from his truck driving days

Luther's is as hot as an oven
With air that's as stale as old forgotten
In a cage on the dresser a parrot that talks
But her name and over is all that it says

Turn back to the sun
You see only
beneath the stars
You see only

a homesick sailor
Luther's in the window
the world
Floating by him

Luther's hands held a chain
keys to a home and a blue Chevrolet
Now he lives with his mother, steals all her
And chain and stares at the ceiling for days

Turn your to the sun
You see shadows
Look beneath the
You see night

Like a sailor
Luther's in the window
Watching the
by him tonight

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah,
He is watching the
Floating by him

Luther's by himself on the sofa
his head bowed down but his eyes are open wide
Having a one man revival an electronic Bible
Listenin' to the going by

And the bass is poundin', the trumpets are bleatin'
And he's reading a verse from St.
A trickle of seeps through the blind
Luther pulls down the shade until he makes up his

Well, your back to the sun
You see only
beneath the stars
You see only

a homesick sailor
Luther's standin' in the
Watching the
by him tonight

It's floating by him
It's floating by him
floating by him tonight