Luyện nghe bài hát Dylan Thomas Days

Treetops at the outskirts of my vision
In the yard of a stranger on the edges of my mind
I lay broken my belly up to heaven, I guess
Drinking hard for days can turn your blue eyes blind

that tragic destiny
Like a on my knee
Blurred the line him and me
And nearly my soul

'till I realized I
Get puppet, get him good
I that doll for kindling wood
To warm me from the

Oh my Dylan Thomas days are finally
I'm through with all those ways
And though I ain't exactly clean at I'm sober
I made it through my Dylan Thomas

Lord mercy, it's a sunny, Sunday morning
And I am not in a coma and there's I regret
I did not wake up thirsty or to the sound of my own
And the not so faint aroma of tequila on my

a concept, can it be?
I feel a like Dorothy
she woke up and found that she
Was in her own bed

But oh nightmare sure seemed true
And you there and you were too
I don't how I made it through
sure I'd end up dead

God rest his soul, and his heart
"Time has ticked a 'round the stars."
Watch over me now, you are
Probably drinking in the Sweet Hereafter Bar

There's angels in the
sympathetic tears
To wash away our and fears
And us on our way

I used to run from concern
Light the and watch it burn
I took a while, at last I
That the only way . . .