Luyện nghe bài hát Rhododendron

On the night of the year
Lying in a patch of rhododendrons

A bottle of whisky my arm
Trying to count a sky full of
I dream of order, I of fleets
Of in aquamarine

He "Linus put that blanket down
You've slammed your door too times"
He "Linus put that blanket down
The won't wait"

Boy, what you gonna do with your

When I was age, I was commanding fleets
When I was your age, I was in victory

And now you keep a job and you can't keep a wife
What a horrible mess you're make of your life
way too many American films
To be John Wayne, Brando or James

so long for your wrists to get thick
Waiting so long for the next party
So many questions, so to say
You don't need these

Boy, what you gonna do with life?

So you want to be an artist, to be a singer
Want to be remembered for what you could

So you want to be a cowboy, ride into the
Never have to or answer to anyone

So you want to be a boxer, surviving on your
Relying on your and the quickness of your wit

Are you bigger than these buildings and the grey you?
Is your pain more worthy than everybody

again in the rhododendrons