Luyện nghe bài hát My Dream

When I my home,
I shall have some day;
It'll be I want it
Oh - and I that in every way.

I yet to see any
that would cope the style -
Of the house that I of;
That I'll build a while.

The roof of it have peak lines,
and contours that
and shadowy eaves,
the little raindrops can drip.

... That sweet patter,
of raindrops at -
is a beautiful sound
on a gloomy day.

You know, the wind is high,
And the storm race,
and I'll be up
by my fire-place.

Maybe feeding my dog,
or playing with my cat.
But yearning,
and where you're at.

But the meadow is shadowed
by that old sinking
And the are bowing
for the dew to come;

At my old piano,
with pure keys,
I'll plunk out some vibrations
of I please.

it'll be classics,
sometimes
But rock n' roll
- that I'll improvise.

And with my guitar,
I'll be just away
and goodbye,
to beautiful day.

A of my angel,
That I most of all -
I'll have painted from a
my bedroom wall.

Where the warm rays,
and the moon's cold
cast her reflection,
as I lay and dream.

You know, I can't
- but it me so sad,
When I think that lost
All that I have had.

It was for her -
And I guess I, I
That she my love -
and asked me to go.

Then my house,
I will it complete.
And I'll up a smoke,
by the window sill.

And I'll read my many
I'll have in my bachelors nest;
While the sun drooping
- in the west.

And feel that gold,
warm light on my
And then I'll start
to far off place.

through all of my travels,
I must have somewhere -
A place I might find
my someday.

And leave all that I have
to the gods, up
and go spend my searching
for the angel, I love.

For all of my dreams,
be but a souvenir;
to the one
that I so dear.