Luyện nghe bài hát Drowse

It's the sad goodbye
moments I remember
It's the bleak street, week partings I recall
It's the mists the hazier days
The brighter sun and the easier
There's all the more reason for and crying
When you're younger and life isn't to at all

It's the fantastic
Of the Sundays
That you to rages of tears
The pleadings
To waste all good times
In thoughts of middle-aged years
It's the vertical all the things that you're told
For the everyday hero it all turns to
And there's all the more
For living or when you're young
And troubles are all very small

Out here on the street we'd and meet
And up the sidewalk
With restless feet
on the time we'd broaden our minds
More in the pool
we did in the school hall
With the down town gum bums
the night life the lights and the fun

Never wanted to be the boy next
Always I'd be something more
But it ain't for a small town boy
It ain't at all
Thinkin' it right and doin' it
It's from an arm chair
of alternatives wash over my sleepiness
Have my eggs for breakfast I guess

I think I'll be Eastwood
Jimi he was good
Let's try the Conqueror
Now who else do I