Luyện nghe bài hát Bonefields

All and all I guess that there's so things
we don't say and it's
What us sad I think sometimes
That makes us close but I mind, I don't mind

In the and the bonefields of Arkansas
Past the piles of and the
Smell of hot tar you your papers
In the under your hat you had a world, a world

There no father
There ain't no
There no sister
got no brother
to no one
Running for

In the valleys and the of Illinois
the new moon I write in my book
And I walk the streets where no one not even you but
You don't mind, you mind

And all and all I guess there's so many things
we don't say
Today you think that I even like you
But don't you know you are my world, my

There no father
There no mother
I don't see my
Ain't got no
to no one
Left to other

There ain't no
ain't no mother
I don't see my
got no brothers

Running to
Running to
to strangers
Running for
to no one
Left to each