Luyện nghe bài hát Drowse

It's the sad goodbye
Yesterday's moments I
It's the street, week kneed partings I recall
the mistier mists the hazier days
The brighter sun and the lays
There's all the more reason for and crying
When you're younger and life to hard at all

It's the drowse
Of the Sundays
That bored you to rages of
The pleadings
To waste all good times
In thoughts of your years
It's the hold all the things that you're told
For the everyday hero it all turns to
And all the more reason
For or dying when you're young
And troubles are all very small

Out here on the street we'd and meet
And up the sidewalk
endlessly restless feet
Half on the time we'd broaden our
More in the pool
we did in the school hall
With the down town gum bums
Watching the night life the and the fun

Never wanted to be the boy next
Always thought I'd be more
But it ain't easy for a small boy
It easy at all
Thinkin' it right and doin' it
It's easier from an arm
of alternatives wash over my sleepiness
Have my poached for breakfast I guess

I I'll be Clint Eastwood
Hendrix he was good
Let's try the Conqueror
Now who else do I