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 drive dreams
And I about leaving but remain for the day

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

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

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

They say all butterflies
Don't let your dreams get in your
But Orpheus made the
he knew how to play

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

I got spells, I got sorrow spells
She up low to the blues away
And it's raining in the ocean, raining in the

And on the mountain and just like they say
I'm the string striker, just the lamplighter
I no price fighter, it's easy to play

Well, she sings the seashore
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 walking
It's just my face you see here
And it's just the singing
And I to let her have her way

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

You may weep, you may
You may pass life so gay
But lucky in life, I sometimes
going to have to meet your leaving day

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

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