Luyện nghe bài hát Afternoon Alone

A dying autumn hangs outside my dirty window,
The gentle clouds the fiery sky.
I wander the staircase, grab my coat and take a walk.
catch the last taste of setting sun.
And I'm still a little from my afternoon alone,
If I think too much I'll my day.
I stop to take a rest and the dark Potomac whine,
But the song I finish fills my head.

"La da da da da da da da"

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

"La da da da da da da"

I can't think of many I'd do over
And I pretty cool in my head.
I've always been amazed by around me
And I know I'll be in the end

I find a padded seat on which I'll be cemented
I'm and I'm tired and I'm done
My eyes can't seem to focus and my fingers to drip
And everything me tastes like sand
And some crowds smile with faith up in the clouds
And others the pavement just ahead
But the symphony of movers and city-sidewalk stomps
once made me nod my head

"La da da da da da da"