Luyện nghe bài hát Dylan Thomas Days

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

Held that tragic
Like a puppet on my
Blurred the 'tween him and me
And nearly my soul

I realized I could
Get that puppet, get him
I used that doll for kindling
To warm me from the

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

Lord mercy, it's a sunny, Sunday morning
And I am not in a coma and there's nothing I
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 a little like Dorothy
When she woke up and found she
Was in her own bed

But oh that nightmare sure true
And you were there and you too
I don't know how I it through
Thought sure I'd end up

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

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

I to run from their concern
Light the bridge and watch it
I took a while, at last I
ain't the only way . . .