Luyện nghe bài hát Afternoon Alone

A dying autumn vine hangs my dirty window,
The clouds block the fiery sky.
I down 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 ruin my day.
I to take a rest and hear the dark Potomac whine,
But the song I finish fills my head.

"La da da da da da da da"

A city busker strums an out of tune guitar,
He lets his weathered words fall where land
I drop him a dollar, zip my coat and him there,
Careful not to show my head
And all his stumbling die in the open air
And all his stories might as well be
And I sit alone 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 seem cool in my head.
I've been amazed by what's around me
And I know be alright in the end

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

"La da da da da da da"