Luyện nghe bài hát Dylan Thomas Days

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

Held tragic destiny
Like a puppet on my
Blurred the line him and me
And lost my soul

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

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

Lord mercy, it's a sunny, Sunday morning
And I am not in a coma and nothing I regret
I did not wake up thirsty or to the sound of my own
And the not so faint of tequila on my breath

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

But oh that nightmare seemed 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 heart
"Time has a heaven 'round the stars."
Watch over me now, you are
drinking whiskey in the Sweet Hereafter Bar

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

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