Luyện nghe bài hát Dylan Thomas Days

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

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

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

Oh my Dylan Thomas are finally over
I'm through with all 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 up thirsty or to the sound 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 up and found that she
Was in her own bed

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

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

angels in the atmosphere
Crying sympathetic
To away our doubts and fears
And us on our way

I used to run their concern
Light the bridge and it burn
I a while, at last I learned
That ain't the way . . .