Luyện nghe bài hát Drowse

It's the sad goodbye
Yesterday's I remember
the bleak street, week kneed partings I recall
It's the mists the hazier days
The sun and the easier lays
There's all the more reason for laughing and
When you're younger and life to hard at all

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

Out here on the street we'd gather and
And up the sidewalk
With endlessly restless
Half on the time we'd our minds
More in the hall
Than we did in the school
With the town chewing gum bums
Watching the life the lights and the fun

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

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