Luyện nghe bài hát August & Everything After

They're up maria 'cause everybody else has got someplace to go
She a little motion with her head. rolls over
And says gonna sleep for a couple minutes more
I said I'm sorry to maria for all the cold hearted things I
have
I said I'm sorry by now at once to just about everyone
She says, I've forgotten I'm supposed to do today
And it slips my what I'm supposed to say
I'm getting older and older and
And always a further out of the way
You look into her eyes and it's more your heart will allow
In august and everything after, you get a little than you
somehow
Well I into washington square just as the sun began to rise
And I walked across the to the cathedral
And lay down in the shadow of st. in the sky
I'm just one of late model children waiting for the king
But ain't no sign of elvis in san fransisco
It's just me, and I'm playing rock and roll thing
She wants to be just me
And I want damn thing I can see.
You know one day daddy's little angel,
The next day you're he wanted you to be
They dress you up in white
And they give you your very own of wings
In and everything after, I'm after everything.
I lalalalalalalalalala
I got my reservations
and I got my dollar home
And I got the number of some girl in New York
whos always awake
so I never have to spend the night
I got nasty little habit
of peekin the shirts of all the little girls
as they me by
And I wonder when it all up to me
and I finally break now
Did you think I was gonna
Well I got my disease
So take your filthy hands off of me
Well I hope you dont expect me to be
The best they can do
is just hang me from the tree
Cause its midnight in San
and Im waiting here for Jesus on my
In and everything after
I somebody else to bleed for me
I lalalalalalalalala...
down from North Dakota
Cause I had confidence in the military
And now everyone I is turning showgirl
and dancing with shirt off
in some Las Vegas line
So Im to New York City
Cause it got a little sleazy for me
I'm gonna myself alone
You know I'm coming home
You the changes the changes that you need
But I no longer how to pray
I in dog town and its a Dalmatian parade
And I my spots over and over
but they never seem to away
I am the remaining Indian
for the place where the buffalo roam
In August and after
man them buffalo never comin home
In August and after
man them buffalo aint never home