Luyện nghe bài hát 127 Rose Avenue

Somewhere in the of the deep south
sway in the breeze
To the lonesome of a redbone hound
at the moon and the trees

There's a sad eyed boy his guitar
his teeth on the blues
Wishin' on a fallin' at 127, Rose Avenue

The distant of a midnight train
Comes through the night
He dips his pen in tears and and he begins to write

'Bout a whippoorwill too to fly
And the Indian he knew
'Bout the lost highways and purple skies at 127, Avenue

Caretaker said as he shook his
Son, do you believe in
For a five dollar bill you can the chill
That he long ago

So I bought me a ticket at the door
who was there inside
I felt his presence the whole tour
God, I he was alive

I saw the train, I felt the
I him moanin' the blues
Twenty nine years of memories at 127, Avenue

said as he shook his head
Son, do you in ghosts?
For a five dollar bill you can feel the
He felt ago

Another sad eyed boy his guitar
his teeth on the blues
Here I am wishin' on a star at 127, Rose Avenue

It ain't in
It's not in
127, Rose