Luyện nghe bài hát Awol

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

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

the bosses, call supervisors
Won't be in today to for you

E-mail that who's working nights
She can down for this wind and rain
Leave her new compact
Let some cabbie the strain

Take a shower, big espresso
Take to the hills, and take a
Little black stretching over
Hard crystal peaks soft too

the bosses, call for nurses
Unfit to work for you

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

Stormy on the edge of night
December, eastern late afternoon
Atlantic city behind
Trump calls pontoon

burger, frazzled fries
End romantic interlude
Tomorrow sweet awakening
Could prove to be as rude

the journey, make amends
Work some hasty overtime in

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