Luyện nghe bài hát Afternoon Alone

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

"La da da da da da da da"

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

"La da da da da da da"

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

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

"La da da da da da da"