Luyện nghe bài hát Donald & Lydia

Small town, bright lights, Saturday
Pinballs and pool halls are their lights
Making behind the counter in a penny arcade
Sat the fat girl of Virginia and Ray

Lydia, Lydia hid her like a cat
Behind her small sunk deep in her fat
She read magazines up in her room
And felt like Sunday on Saturday afternoon

But dreaming just comes
Like the first from a baby
Like feeding daisies
the love hidden deep in your heart

Bunk beds, shaved heads, Saturday
A warehouse of strangers sixty watt lights
Staring through the ceiling, wanting to be
Lay one of too many, a PFC

Donald, there spaces between Donald and whatever he said
had forced him to live in his head
He envisioned the details of scenes
After midnight in the stillness of the latrine

But dreaming comes natural
Like the first breath a baby
Like feeding daisies
Like the love deep in your heart

Hot love, cold love, no at all
A portrait of guilt is on the wall
Nothing is wrong and is right
Donald and made love that night

Love, they love in the mountains, they made love in the streams
They made in the valleys, they made love in their dreams
But when they were finished there was to say
'Cause mostly they made love from ten away

But dreaming just comes
the first breath from a baby
Like sunshine feeding
Like the love hidden deep in heart