Luyện nghe bài hát Dylan Thomas Days

Treetops spinning at the of my vision
In the yard of a stranger 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 that destiny
Like a on my knee
the line 'tween him and me
And nearly my soul

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

Oh my Dylan Thomas days are over
I'm with all those self-destructive ways
And though I exactly clean at least I'm sober
I made it through my Dylan days

have mercy, it's a sunny, Sunday 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 feel a little Dorothy
When she up and found that she
Was in her own bed

But oh that nightmare sure true
And you were there and you 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 over me now, you are
Probably drinking in the Sweet Hereafter Bar

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

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