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 up to heaven, I guess
Drinking hard for seven days can your blue eyes blind

that tragic destiny
Like a puppet on my
the line 'tween him and me
And nearly lost my

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

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

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

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

But oh that nightmare seemed true
And you were there and you too
I know how I made it through
sure I'd end up dead

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

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

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