Luyện nghe bài hát April 18th

Crawl toward your window.
I'm softly from the street.
Always a lonely
Half-awake and on my feet.

I'm of age but no children.
No quarter booth calls to home
Just late night
my bedroom all alone.

There is no use in
offer up steps so I can climb.
me all your figure paintings,
Etched in the middle of the

Let me stretch upon your
Let me the rain tap on your street
Knowing I am safe on the
wrapped and drifting off to sleep.