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

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

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

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

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

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

Any railway station 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 beneath the stars to your bed

You know London can make your brain
The streets get cold and on a rainy night, so you duck
the subway station, you can hear the trains call, they wanna
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 cider, leaves me here without a place to go

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

When we to the station, all the trains were rusty
The air was and the platforms overgrown
There were old tin cans and and the doors were crusted
With mud and leaves and names 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 without a to know