Luyện nghe bài hát (All Along the) Watchtower

There must be some kind of way out of
Said the to the thief, yeah
There's too confusion
Mmm I get no relief
men, they drink my wine
Plowman dig my
were level on the mind
No one up at his
Yeah, I see jokers on my left, upon my right
find me in the middle if I picked a different life
Before my started tripling in size
But I'm showing signs all attributed to mine
In the pitch black, it's too
I'm all alone take me to the roads
I had to roam to get here and hitch back
Get a cab to my mother's
See my old man and a six pack
Tell my brother I him
And give him something that will see him through the times
What's a for?
When i'm sick of this I see
It has to be my who lift me off the floor
Make sense of all the madness in a world full of
Full of tears, of war
I was a and worked from the earth up
Save your for the entrepreneurs
Well all the watchtower
Princes kept the
While all the women came and
servants, too
Outside in the distance
A wildcat did growl (like a failed man I worked the earth up)
Two riders were
And the wind to howl ('cause your world is the same as mine)
Pour more in your cup
Take a sip full of sin and let taste buds savour the buzz
The flavour of an ill-mannered
That lingers on as in all of us
to fight for the right to live a life
But some will never win though why they live a lie
I think I'll ever win
All of is anything
When I die I hope a brother's at my
There's no door, or get out clause
The world can be your or a set of jail doors
seen mine, I think it's time I see yours
I bet you that we've scarred by the same swords
So we are not so
Apart from the fact I live my in the light and now i'm trapped in it
The way I feel a few years time
all along the watchtower
Princes kept the
While all the women came and
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the distance
A wildcat did
Two riders approaching
And the wind to howl
away the treasure of a man
Convinced that he holds in his hands
though I ain't religious i'm a little superstitious
Maybe there is a land
But I make it or not is a different matter
been a joker, I've been a thief, I've been a rapper
I've been the only that I can never beat
me a piece of mind upon a platinum platter
Well all the watchtower
Princes kept the oh oh oh
all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
in the cold distance
A wildcat did
Two riders were
And the begins to howl