Luyện nghe bài hát Blues For The Muse

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

Oh, glory but I just stay
Think my loving, yes, some of the time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You may weep, you may
You may pass your so gay
But lucky in life, I swear
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 have a little word to say

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