Luyện nghe bài hát Big Drift Away

(john fiddler)

Thinkin' my past, and I can't help myself
like an unwritten book sitting on the author's shelf
Let the printer set the type, 'n roll the press
Writer, write your story and get me outta mess!

All of the prophecies written in the fortune
Race through my mind in anarchy like railroads of colliding
I live like a mirage, and I like a dream
Many people think they know me, but they're only outside lookin' in

'n been travelling, travelling for so long
I've travelling, travelling for so long
been travelling, travelling for so long
I've been travelling, for so long

So you can't my pages or read between my lines
Till the birds have fled their cages 'n there ain't no more gold to
Let the fiddler until the break o' day
me that bottle boys and let me drift away

Big away!!!

I've travelling, travelling for so long
I've travelling, travelling for so long
I've been travelling, for so long
I've been travelling, for so long
I've been travelling, for so long
I've been travelling, for so long
I've been travelling, travelling for so
been travelling, travelling for so long

Big away!!!