Luyện nghe bài hát Apple Cider Re-Constitution

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

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

And on Sunday mornin', rider 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 lights still cut across the bay
From the slot machine arcade the go streamin'
To the outside the rock 'n roll cafe

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

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

Any station would be just fine, fine, fine
To settle down and wash the cobwebs from head
Oh, if your runnin' dry, dry, dry
Find a room 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 Road but it don't seem right

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

And on Sunday mornin', easy comes to me
apple 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 just
To make you see, is the place to be

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

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

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