Luyện nghe bài hát B-54

From this grizzled bench seat; bolt-on frame all the
Of a junkyard
I wondering if it not just youthou
Old won waste a conversation.
If you could see my narrow throne got a view to everything.
You won win to bind a heart that belief,
Hope disappoint it only dreams.
So take take your time,
while the air streaks by the static,
Doesn make much sense with your to expectation.
This battered second reflex just lost its grip on me.
Regrets misplaced in time won hope to choke now,
And for all you know, you can afford to miss the ratio.
These rusty leave no space for truck stop raids
And dedication songs,
Just hold the for something more.
all this time did you really think I let you run my aspirations dry?
Give it up, up your eyes, just let me fill my life with light.
shouldn have to wage these wars, so let stop here.