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
was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty
The travel were flappin' in the wind

So, we moved through the and gloom
Playin' waiting games in the waiting
Lay our sleepin' bags out on the

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

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

Ah, but you know those small town
Are really too much to
There's nothin' there to go back for

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

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

You know London can make your stall
The streets get 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 seem right

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

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

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

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