Luyện nghe bài hát Blues For The Muse

I wake up in the early I see my day walk in
I wake up in the early when I start to
I drink up my coffee to dreams away
And I about leaving but remain for the day

Oh, but I just stay blind
about my loving, yes, some of the time

I want to take it
Ain't it like they say
But I can

And most any morning, most any
I like to be born into my day

say it's all butterflies
Don't let dreams get in your eyes
But made the sunrise
he knew how to play

Well, she sings so fadey, I my guitar lady
a noted writer, I just can't seem to let her be
And she is my flower, I call her my hour
She's a low special, and baby that's for me

I got sorrow spells, I got sorrow
She showed up low to the blues
And raining in the ocean, raining in the ocean

And stones on the mountain and just they say
I'm just the string striker, just the
I ain't no fighter, it's easy to play

Well, she sings like the
Tonight I don't on your seesaw
I call up the angels if they have a little word to say

And I think I'll try cloud
It's just my face you see here
And it's just the guitar
And I to let her have her way

And all right, you're in the graveyard now
And it's all right, in the graveyard now

You may weep, you may
You may your life so gay
But lucky in life, I swear
Surely going to have to meet your day

Well, she sings like the
I don't ride on your seesaw
I will up the angels if they have a little word to say

And I think I'll try cloud
It's just my you see here talking
And it's the guitar singing
And I to let her have her way