Luyện nghe bài hát 1967

Last
I took a walk into the back of my
the trash and the warning signs
There was a party 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 stairs from my head to my
I didn't know were so far apart
The heart is like a little somewhere

The pretty lights and the chairs
But I'm gonna bring a broom time
I'll out all the broken strings I find

She walks me to my private train
And lays me in my sleeping car
She keeps my out of the rain

And sees to the care of my cars
She is the blood of my
her I would starve

Who you run to?
Who you hide behind?
Who you gonna to
there's nobody home but you?

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

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

If the beast sweep down for a feast on me
I'm gonna pin my soul to a hot-air
make it pop and shoot me to the moon

Now you've had piece of my mind
A cup of coffee and a of time
If you'll excuse me I say goodbye
I go now