Luyện nghe bài hát 3rd of June

This is the third of June, eighty eight
A unimportant day
Some airplane gliding into one of the bigger clouds over
In a far away, Mr. Toomy, our face in a crowd
The was slow and tired
The wall street wearing their ties around their neck
Like boxers towels a fight
Mr. Toomy his pinstripe suit outside a barber shop
at his face, took off his jacket and stepped on it

Who's that, what's that, do you mean
I'll never know I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, gimme your
Third of June, end of

No to the right
No looking to the
is a target, always on track
Lenny is a target, shoots
Lenny is a lost the route
of a childs old fantasy
Ruins of a child was
Lenny is a target, shoots
is a target lost the route

Who's that, that, what do you mean
I'll never when I lost my dream
Who's that, what's that, your name
of June, end of game

Mr. Toomy stopped his pinstripe suit outside a barber
Looked at his
off his jacket
Put it on the
on it
And preaching like a monk from another world
some minutes, he had a little crowd
Which disappeared when a car passed by slowly
Like rolling
And Mr. Toomy throws his 'til he was the only one in the area
At this night of June third, nineteen eighty eight

that, what's that, what do you mean
I'll never know I lost my dream
Who's that, that, gimme your name
of June, end of game