Luyện nghe bài hát Blues For The Muse

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

Oh, glory but I stay blind
Think about my loving, yes, some of the

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, she sings the seashore
Tonight I don't ride on seesaw
I will call up the if they have a little word to say

And I I'll try cloud 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, you're in the 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
I don't ride on your seesaw
I will call up the angels if they have a little 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 have to let her her way