Luyện nghe bài hát Drowse

It's the sad eyed
Yesterday's moments I
It's the bleak street, week partings I recall
the mistier mists the hazier days
The sun and the easier lays
all the more reason for laughing and crying
When you're younger and life isn't to at all

It's the drowse
Of the Sundays
That bored you to rages of
The unending
To waste all your times
In thoughts of your middle-aged
It's the vertical hold all the things that told
For the hero it all turns to zero
And there's all the reason
For living or dying when you're
And your troubles are all small

Out on the street we'd gather and meet
And scuff up the
With endlessly feet
Half on the time we'd our minds
More in the hall
Than we did in the school
With the down chewing gum bums
Watching the night life the and the fun

Never wanted to be the boy door
Always thought I'd be something
But it easy for a small town boy
It ain't at all
it right and doin' it wrong
It's from an arm chair
Waves of wash over my sleepiness
Have my poached for breakfast I guess

I I'll be Clint Eastwood
Jimi Hendrix he was
try William the Conqueror
Now who do I like