Luyện nghe bài hát Apple Cider Re-Constitution

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

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

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

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

Ah, but you know those small town
Are too much to lose
There's nothin' 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 would be just fine, fine,
To down and wash the cobwebs from your head
Oh, if your situation's dry, dry, dry
Find a waiting room beneath the stars to make bed

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

there's na na na noowah on the jukebox
Singin' in the 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 without a to go

You the most appealing surface I have seen
Bring it here, lay it down by me
mean to make you nervous, I just mean
To you see, this is the place to be

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

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

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