Luyện nghe bài hát Apple Cider Re-Constitution

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

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

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

If I followed the coast road, I'd be home by
The harbor lights still cut the bay
From the slot machine arcade the lights go
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', easy rider to me
With apple cider, leaves me here without a to go

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

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

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

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

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

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

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