Luyện nghe bài hát Awol

Stormy on the edge of dawn
Nose pressed against the triple
Floor to ceiling, wall to
Silent streams both ways

the fussy freeway drivers
Dream of Sunday
Of a sudden, I can barely
my self, no face to lose

Call the bosses, call
Won't be in to work for you

E-mail that who's working nights
She can dress down for this and rain
her new Korean compact
Let some cabbie take the

a shower, take big espresso
Take to the hills, and a view
Little black dress stretching
Hard crystal soft valleys too

the bosses, call for nurses
Unfit to work for you

No wet excuses, absent leave
I'll be her day driver, exotic engineer

Stormy eyed on the of night
December, eastern late afternoon
Atlantic tight behind
casino calls pontoon

Gristle burger, fries
End this interlude
Tomorrow sweet awakening
hardly prove to be as rude

Make the journey, make
Work some overtime in lieu

No wet excuses, without leave
I was her day shift driver, engineer