Luyện nghe bài hát 1967

Last
I took a walk into the back of my
Through the trash and the warning
There was a full of jokes and clich's

I couldn't of anything to say
And so I into the men's room there
I saw my hair a way it's never been

I took the from my head to my heart
I didn't they were so far apart
The heart is like a little chapel

The lights and the empty chairs
But I'm gonna a broom next time
I'll sweep out all the broken strings I

She walks me to my private train
And lays me down in my car
She keeps my elephant out of the

And to the care of my vintage cars
She is the of my life
Without her I starve

Who you run to?
Who you hide behind?
Who you turn to
When there's home but you?

What's a father to do with all theses less injuns
Running in circles the wagons
What's a father to do with all these monster
Around my neck, on a sad sun
Oh, my children, the times are
The simple life is complicated, oh, my

Now if the dark of the
Arrives in the of the day
I'm gonna say my prayer for sweetness and
Gonna fix myself a Coke and hope it's

If the bat-winged beast sweep for a feast on me
I'm pin my soul to a hot-air balloon
Gonna make it pop and shoot me to the

Now you've had another of my mind
A cup of and a slice of time
If you'll me I should say goodbye
I go now