Luyện nghe bài hát Afternoon Alone

A dying autumn vine outside my dirty window,
The gentle clouds block the sky.
I down the staircase, grab my coat and take a walk.
I'll the last taste of setting sun.
And I'm a little high from my afternoon alone,
If I think too I'll ruin my day.
I stop to take a and hear the dark Potomac whine,
But the song I couldn't finish my head.

"La da da da da da da da"

A homeless busker strums an out of tune guitar,
He lets his weathered fall where they land
I him a dollar, zip my coat and leave him there,
Careful not to show my turning
And all his stumbling die in the open air
And all his stories as well be stone
And though I sit alone now on the short side of the
I hum a tune that won't hold me

"La da da da da da da"

I can't of many things I'd do over
And I pretty cool in my head.
I've always been amazed by what's me
And I know be alright in the end

I find a padded seat on which I'll be cemented
I'm sober and I'm and I'm done
My eyes can't seem to focus and my fingers to drip
And everything around me tastes like
And some crowds smile with their faith up in the
And search the pavement just ahead
But the symphony of and their city-sidewalk stomps
Never once me nod my head

"La da da da da da da"