Luyện nghe bài hát Exiles

Now... in faraway land
Strange... that the palms of my
Should be damp expectancy
Spring... and the turning mild
City lights... and a glimpse of a
Of the alleyway
Friends... do they what I mean
Rain... and the green
Of an afternoon
But I had to go
My trail was laid too behind me
To the call of fame
Or a drunkard's name for me
Though now this better
Has brought a understanding
And these endless days
Shall a broader sympathy
And though I count the
To be no injury...
My home... was a by the sand
Cliffs... and a band
an air of normality.