Luyện nghe bài hát Cloudy

Cloudy, the sky is gray and white and
Sometimes I think it's down on me

And it's a hitchhike a hundred
I'm a rag a muffin
Pointed finger-painted
I left my shadow waiting the road for me a while

Cloudy, my thoughts are and they're cloudy
They have no borders, no

They echo and swell
From Tolstoy to Bell
from Berkeley to Carmel
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of to kill

Hey sunshine, I seen you in a long time
Why don't you show your face and my mind?

These clouds to the sky
floating questions, why?
And they linger to die
They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, do I

Cloudy,
Cloudy,
Cloudy,