Luyện nghe bài hát Dylan Thomas Days

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

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

'till I I could
Get that puppet, get him
I used that doll for wood
To warm me the cold

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

have mercy, it's a sunny, Sunday morning
And I am not in a and there's nothing I regret
I did not wake up thirsty or to the of my own snoring
And the not so faint aroma of 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 sure seemed true
And you were and you were too
I don't how I made it through
Thought sure I'd end up

God rest his soul, and his broken
"Time has ticked a 'round the stars."
Watch me now, wherever you are
drinking whiskey 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 their
Light the bridge and watch it
I took a while, at I learned
That the only way . . .