Luyện nghe bài hát Afternoon Alone

A dying autumn vine hangs my dirty window,
The gentle clouds block the sky.
I wander down the staircase, grab my coat and a walk.
I'll the last taste of setting sun.
And I'm still a little high 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 fills my head.

"La da da da da da da da"

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

"La da da da da da da"

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

I find myself a padded 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 start to drip
And everything around me tastes sand
And some crowds smile with their up in the clouds
And others the pavement just ahead
But the symphony of movers and their city-sidewalk
Never once made me nod my

"La da da da da da da"