Luyện nghe bài hát Born to Run

It's a sadness
Of the people of the
Echoes
Around cold grey

Ecstasies undared, upon them
Edge of the tightly, respectably
Who to excess
In to forget what never happened

faces
Well dressed, ordered minds on suicide's
Reflected in the skimmed
Slate grey, battleship grey, hardship

And South and homeless
I am, globally altered and dishevelled
Oh, darlin', done it all
An of sorts