Luyện nghe bài hát B-54

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