Luyện nghe bài hát Achilles' Desire

I don't much, but I got the good stuff
And I keep it away where you can find it
If you got the
And walk with me, walk me, walk with me, walk
I got a girl the burbs who won't talk
I don't have much, but I got the stuff

And I don't why you make me sweat
When comes callin', I'm packin' my bags for the West
And I'll give you nothin' for if that's what you desire
I'll let it cool if you my fire
shine my way home
Bumper my way home

All the pegs and all the round holes
Couldn't fit all of the stories you
The pull of the to the fire
Your Achilles'

I have much, but I am a rich man
I got a woman down the Park Ridge
Who is finer than
Fall me, fall with me, fall with me, fall
Through the of the hourglass fall
But I don't much, but I am a rich man

Second hand is no fadin' flower
Fingers are frozen with furious
The pull of the moth to the
Your desire

Cold, cold sweat on the back of my
The future blows in on breeze
The pull of the moth to the
Achilles' desire

All the square pegs and all the holes
fit all of the stories you told
The of the moth to the fire
Your desire
Pull of the moth to the
Your desire

But I don't much