Luyện nghe bài hát Apple Cider Re-Constitution

When we came to the station, all the trains rusty
The doors were open and the windows in
There was grass in all the cracks and the air musty
The travel were flappin' in the wind

So, we moved through the dust and
Playin' waiting in the waiting room
Lay our sleepin' out on the floor

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

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

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

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

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

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

'Cause na na na noowah on the jukebox
Singin' in the burger bar, see the people's
In the passin' cars don't want to

And on Sunday mornin', rider comes to me
With apple cider, leaves me here a place to go

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

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

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

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