Luyện nghe bài hát Dylan Thomas Days

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

Held that destiny
a puppet on my knee
Blurred the line him and me
And nearly lost my

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

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

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

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

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

God rest his soul, and his heart
"Time has ticked a heaven the stars."
over me now, wherever you are
Probably whiskey in the Sweet Hereafter Bar

angels in the atmosphere
Crying tears
To wash away our doubts and
And us on our way

I used to run from concern
the bridge and watch it burn
I a while, at last I learned
ain't the only way . . .