Luyện nghe bài hát August & Everything After

They're wakin' up maria everybody else has got someplace to go
She makes a little with her head. rolls over
And says she's sleep for a couple minutes more
I said I'm sorry to maria for all the cold things that I
have
I said I'm sorry by now at once to just about everyone
She says, I've forgotten what I'm to do today
And it my mind what I'm supposed to say
I'm getting older and older and
And always a little out of the way
You look into her eyes and it's more than your heart will
In august and after, you get a little less than you
expected
Well I stumbled washington square just as the sun began to rise
And I walked across the to the cathedral
And lay down in the of st. Marys in the sky
I'm just one of these late children waiting for the king
But there ain't no sign of elvis in san
It's me, and I'm playing this rock and roll thing
She wants to be like me
And I every damn thing I can see.
You know one day daddy's little angel,
The next day everything he wanted you to be
They dress you up in satin
And give you your very own pair of wings
In and everything after, I'm after everything.
I said
Well I got my
and I got my seven-million home
And I got the number of girl in New York City
whos wide awake
so I never have to the night alone
I got nasty little habit
of peekin down the shirts of all the girls
as they me by
And I when it all catches up to me
and I finally down now
Did you think I was gonna
Well I got my disease
So your fuckin filthy hands off of me
I hope you dont expect me to be crucified
The that they can do
is just hang me the nearest tree
its midnight in San Francisco
and Im waiting here for Jesus on my
In and everything after
I want somebody to bleed for me
I lalalalalalalalala...
down from North Dakota
Cause I had confidence in the mind
And now everyone I know is turning
and dancing their shirt off
in some Las hotel line
So Im going to New City
it got a little sleazy here for me
I'm gonna find myself
You know I'm never coming
You make the changes the changes that you
But I no longer how to pray
I live in dog town and its a parade
And I change my spots and over
but they never to fade away
I am the last Indian
looking for the where the buffalo roam
In and everything after
man them aint never comin home
In August and everything
man them buffalo aint never comin