Luyện nghe bài hát Dylan Thomas Days

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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