Luyện nghe bài hát Awol

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

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

Call the bosses, call
be in today to work for you

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

Take a shower, take big
Take to the hills, and take a
Little dress stretching over
Hard crystal peaks valleys too

the bosses, call for nurses
Unfit today to for you

No wet excuses, without leave
I'll be her day shift driver, exotic

Stormy eyed on the edge of
December, eastern late afternoon
Atlantic tight behind
Trump calls pontoon

burger, frazzled fries
End this interlude
Tomorrow sweet awakening
Could hardly prove to be as

Make the journey, make
Work some hasty in lieu

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