Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket

Here comes
His trousers hold a thousand deadly
The maddest things we ever in bins
He clutches them and at you and grins

Here pockets
The children of what they may contain
The linen may changed, the contents same
A trouser treasure island with no

And socially at the platform that the timetable
Picking up used tickets in a station of have
When you are on that train of
You pass some pretty stops
When you are on that train of
You some pretty funky stops
the pocket, let him be
the pocket, let him be

Here pockets
Picking up the we cannot see
A bicycle, a dame, a Christmas
Things of no to you or me

comes the pocket
Reduced through to just a crawl
turns the tall into the small
But natural trawlers love to trawl

And the guitar of his dreams hangs some wall
Or laying underneath the staircase in a
We can carry dreams but we can't them all
That's why we learn the blues before we actually
the pocket, let him be
the pocket, let him be

And clinging on to hope
the oak tree to the gale
'Cause finding one love in a sky high jumble sale
Is one reason, why the pocket will not fail