Luyện nghe bài hát Apple Cider Re-Constitution

When we came to the station, all the trains were
The doors were and the windows broken in
was grass in all the cracks and the air hung musty
The travel posters were flappin' in the

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

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

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

Ah, but you know those town blues
Are too much to lose
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 railway station would be just fine, fine,
To settle down and wash the cobwebs your head
Oh, if situation's runnin' dry, dry, dry
Find a waiting beneath the stars to make your bed

You know 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, they
Take you to the Earl's Court but it don't seem right

'Cause there's na na na on the jukebox
in the burger bar, see the people's faces
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 appealing surface I seen
Bring it over here, lay it by me
Don't to make you nervous, I just mean
To you see, this is the place to be

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

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

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