Luyện nghe bài hát Coffee Beanery

The beanery was about to explode
Or was it a
knows
Nobody saw it
But for
The forecast frost
The TV's ice

The became a baked Alaska
And if we took out our
The windshield wipers scraping
A work for dessert
If every course would put up a fight first

All that you build will probably someday
you'll be left with only Polaroids
So, what I to know is when the sky caves in
Who's gonna pick up the pieces

The signs, they were all before
A blink of the waves crashing down on the colonials
Everybody "don't get caught, darling, you gonna end up in a Folgers tin"
But even they the storm
And they drive me when they say things like that
you know I've heard the stories, too
Oh I've the wives' tale
Where Polly at a of stale reunion bread
And got killed by one of her seven Siamese
Never did want an American short-hair 'cause they've got to pick

All you build will probably fall someday
you'll be left with only Polaroids
So, what I want to know is the sky caves in
Who's gonna up the pieces then

I had a dream about Helena she was strumming her cello like it was a banjo
We got drunk and danced in the sand 'till she said
"Why don't we go and see about parade?"

And James with his beard which is to his knees, is
Probably in chewing on a coil of ginseng and he's
Writing me every week the big beautiful world
I kind of want to be a of it.

All that you will probably fall someday
Then you'll be left only Polaroids
So, what I want to know is the sky caves in
Who's gonna pick up the pieces