Luyện nghe bài hát All Along the Watchtower

(Bob )

must be some kind of way out of here
Said the to the thief
too much confusion
I get no relief
men they
They drink my
Plowmen dig my
No one will on the mine
Nobody of it is

No reason to get
The thief he fool
There are many among us
Who feel that life is but a
But you and I we've through that
And this is not our
So let us talk now
The getting late

All along the
The princess kept the
While all the women and went
Bare servants too
Outside in the cold
A wild cat did
Two riders aproaching now
And the wind began to