Luyện nghe bài hát August & Everything After

They're wakin' up maria everybody else has got someplace to go
She a little motion with her head. rolls over
And says gonna sleep for a couple minutes more
I said I'm sorry to maria for all the cold things that I
have
I said I'm sorry by now at once to just about everyone
She says, I've forgotten what I'm supposed to do
And it slips my what I'm supposed to say
I'm getting and older and older
And always a further out of the way
You look into her eyes and it's more your heart will allow
In august and after, you get a little less than you
somehow
Well I stumbled washington square just as the sun began to rise
And I walked across the to the cathedral
And lay in the shadow of st. Marys in the sky
I'm just one of these late model waiting for the king
But there ain't no sign of elvis in san
It's just me, and I'm playing this rock and roll
She to be just like me
And I want every thing I can see.
You know one day daddy's little angel,
The next day everything he wanted you to be
dress you up in white satin
And they give you your very own of wings
In august and after, I'm after everything.
I said
I got my reservations
and I got my dollar home
And I got the number of some girl in New City
always wide awake
so I have to spend the night alone
I got this little habit
of peekin the shirts of all the little girls
as pass me by
And I wonder when it all up to me
and I finally break now
Did you I was gonna cry?
Well I got my disease
So take your fuckin hands off of me
Well I hope you dont me to be crucified
The best that can do
is just me from the nearest tree
its midnight in San Francisco
and Im waiting here for Jesus on my
In August and after
I somebody else to bleed for me
I lalalalalalalalala...
Came down North Dakota
I had confidence in the military mind
And now I know is turning showgirl
and with their shirt off
in Las Vegas hotel line
So Im to New York City
Cause it got a little here for me
I'm gonna myself alone
You know I'm never coming
You make the changes the that you need
But I no longer know how to
I live in dog and its a Dalmatian parade
And I my spots over and over
but they never seem to away
I am the remaining Indian
looking for the place the buffalo roam
In August and after
man them buffalo aint never home
In August and after
man them aint never comin home