Luyện nghe bài hát Bendin' The Rules

Pity my
For how he's me
nameless towns
And prairie
For women
At the end of the
Who checks for
A divine
as quick as "vegas"
Like "vegas" in a
I work this charismatic
For my brother's and being
Sittin' in Moline
The on the bed
every memory sharp to me
And the fear of times
Maybe the good
from the divine
Or maybe it was
Just to keep us in
The of the sages
Make the for the fools
So forgive me
For the rules....
Well, mister he improved
With the money I
Some days his shines as bright
As the light of the promised
was often something
We would discuss
he was ten and I was twelve
And the spectre would brush
In and out of
twenty months of age
At eighteen the
No longer would
And my old man in the
His upon his face
Did weep to his very soul
In the of this place
Maybe the book
Came from the
Or maybe it was
Just to us in line
The of the sages
Make the for the fools
So father me
For the rules....
me Saint Christopher
Over every line
Overlook my
For the sake of time
Grant him of laughter
Bestow me
He sleeps soft in the
His freedom from
To every youngster
Off in summer's fields
And every young poised to claim
Her share of what yields
To all the angels
And the of saints
I am my keeper
To what end the fates
the good book
Came the divine
Or maybe it was
to keep us in line
The mistakes of the
the rules for the fools
So father for me
For the rules.....