Luyện nghe bài hát 80-37

Lemonade stands and
Of innocence and
And the sun at ninety degrees
The things I carry me

The ice man at four or five
we flag him down and ask for rides
And evenings when we'd sit
And name the shapes in the sky

days are gone now and we must carry on
But I will not forget the things I learned on front lawn

And how we rode those dusty
On Huffys and from Christmas sales
Made forts out of crates with nails
And only came home our stomachs failed

Those days are gone now and we move forward still
But I will not forget the things I understood at your window

I walked your street last night
And to dull the sting of spite
But your door was dark and it me cry
'Cause mother always you shining bright

But things they and people grow
And move in with the green paper flow
But deep I wonder or maybe I'd already know
That they never find the answers

They never really find the