Luyện nghe bài hát Song For Dan Treacy

He spends his time or maybe half of his
Or part of the time
'Round the and cobble stones
Of hackney

With a in his eye
As the children by, he's thinking of a song
Then stops to paint a picture of a
around

Dan smile, leaves you trying
To who's the victim, what's the crime?
No rest for the
That's seen it all

And I don't know he lives
But he's a of a man
And Bob the cameraman
Is off to fix his sit before the
Yeah, but did he go?

To know when time's up
You flip the glass and the hours quickening
In the of the station
lights about to quit their flickering

Well, he speaks his
He says, "What is crime?" Dan Treacy's
in the middle of the park
When the underground is
He's a poet, a lark

He starts thinking about a place that no one
And when the creeks run dry, he frozen in time
Strange lights in the sky, start
I can see the car outside but he's
He's listening, listening

And he's making up his
He his mind up
To get things done and
He made his up
Yeah, he's let it go

He his mind up
In the and at the station
He his mind up
Yeah, he's get it done

He his mind up
Yeah, gonna get it done
He his mind up
Yeah, he's let it go

No matter the
the creeps run by, oh, no
He's making his up
Yeah, gonna get it done

Yeah, the creeks run dry
Yeah, he's listen to his soul
Yeah, when the walk by
"Come here, boy, me in the eye"
Bow to the heart, to the beat of Dan Treacy