Luyện nghe bài hát Apple Cider Re-Constitution

When we to the station, all the trains were rusty
The were open and the windows broken in
There was grass in all the and the air hung musty
The travel posters were in the wind

So, we through the dust and gloom
waiting games in the waiting room
Lay our bags out on the floor

And on Sunday mornin', easy comes to me
With cider, leave me here without a place to go

If I followed the coast road, I'd be by evenin'
The harbor still cut across the bay
From the slot machine arcade the lights go
To the bikes the rock 'n roll cafe

Ah, but you those small town blues
Are really too to lose
There's nothin' really to go back for

And on Sunday mornin', rider comes to me
With apple cider, leaves me here without a to go

Any railway station would be fine, fine, fine
To settle down and wash the from your head
Oh, if your situation's dry, dry, dry
a waiting room beneath the stars to make your bed

You London can make your brain stall
The get cold and empty on a rainy night, so you duck
Into the subway station, you can hear the trains call, wanna
Take you to the Earl's Court Road but it don't right

'Cause there's na na na noowah on the
Singin' in the bar, see the people's faces
In the passin' don't want to know

And on mornin', easy rider comes to me
With apple cider, leaves me here without a to go

You have the most appealing surface I seen
Bring it over here, lay it by me
Don't mean to make you nervous, I just
To make you see, this is the to be

When we came to the station, all the were rusty
The air was and the platforms overgrown
There were old tin cans and cats and the were crusted
With mud and leaves and names long ago

And the rails go on forever in a silver
To the sun, you can follow them
you want to go

And on Sunday mornin', rider comes to me
With apple cider, me here without a need to know