Luyện nghe bài hát Dylan Thomas Days

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

Held that tragic
a puppet on my knee
Blurred the line him and me
And nearly lost my

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

Oh my Dylan days are finally over
I'm through all those self-destructive ways
And I ain't exactly clean at least I'm sober
I made it my Dylan Thomas 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 thirsty or to the sound of my own
And the not so faint aroma of tequila on my

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 there and you too
I don't know how I it through
sure I'd end up dead

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

angels in the atmosphere
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 a while, at last I learned
That ain't the way . . .