Luyện nghe bài hát 1921

I'm tired of reasonable
I'm of waiting for
Some of the old land
To wash up on the

In the afternoon
the buildings a white moon
Watched us look for a room night
But we could not find a

The key to you ever we met
Is you don't any doors
I'm up those stony steps
My on the wet wood floor

Now she's in the shower, I the pipes creaking,
groaning like the traffic
She comes down and next to me
My mouth was open

Your is a portrait
The portrait's done
I don't know how it got
But I know where from