Luyện nghe bài hát Dylan Thomas Days

Treetops at the outskirts 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 turn your blue eyes

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

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

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

Lord have mercy, it's a sunny, morning
And I am not in a and there's nothing I regret
I did not wake up thirsty or to the of my own snoring
And the not so faint aroma of 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 there and you were too
I don't know how I it through
Thought sure I'd end up

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

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

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