Luyện nghe bài hát Don

Thinkin' of poems of
Sittin' a tight-clenched wrist
Thinkin' how to authority
Oh a soft touch of a boy
Hed wander with pride to
And keep to his self
Visions to his

Wed of treasure and overrated games
Wed steal the bottles
through the back 'round Jimmys way
What we loved most of all was sittin' 'round the
While this young boy was all alone, sittin' all alone

times of sanctuary
He was his piano lessons, we were on half an E
Invested life in medicine, isn't the wisest way to go
Had so much shit on, convinced hed never win
he was a sin

Wed speak of women and carryouts
Wed turn up to all the festivals, tryin' to down the touts
we loved the most of all was sittin 'round the shop
While this poor boy was sittin all alone, all alone

Wed of treasure and overrated games
Wed steal the milk
Sneakin' the back 'round Jimmys way
What we loved most of all was 'round the shop
While this boy was sittin' all alone

He find none of his own kind
(None of his own kind)
He didnt have of his own kind
(None of his own)
You should interest in his mind
Not all of his time
Wastin' all his money and his

of poems of poverty
(Writin' lines and tea)
with a tight-clenched wrist
Thinkin' how to gain
(How to authority)
Oh what a touch of a don
Hed with pride to sell
And keep to his self
to his self

Wed of treasure and overrated games
Wed steal the milk
Sneakin' the back 'round Jimmys way
What we loved of all was hangin' 'round the shop
While this boy was sittin' all alone, sittin all a-

Wed talk of and overrated games
the milk bottles
Sneakin' through the back 'round way
What we loved most of all was 'round the shop
(Hangin' the shop!)
What we loved most of all was 'round the shop
(Waitin' the shop!)
What we loved of all was sittin' 'round the shop
(Sittin' the shop!)
What we the most was hangin' round the shop
this young boy was sittin' all alone