Luyện nghe bài hát Awol

Stormy eyed on the edge of
pressed against the triple glaze
Floor to ceiling, wall to
Silent traffic streams both

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

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

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

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

Call the bosses, call for
Unfit to work for you

No wet excuses, absent without
I'll be her day shift driver, engineer

Stormy on the edge of night
December, time late afternoon
city tight behind
Trump casino calls

Gristle burger, fries
End this interlude
morning's sweet awakening
Could hardly to be as rude

Make the journey, amends
some hasty overtime in lieu

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