Luyện nghe bài hát False Echos

by jon l]
False
By: buffett

The skies cuba turned pink with the light
And the waterfront ritual began to
All the ships in the harbor were by the sun
Twenty-fifth of november,

On the old chicamauga the jacks flew
And the message they spelled out caused a bally hoo
Every ship in havana then hoisted
All the pennants 'a flyin' on my dad's first birthday

Enduring echoes call out his past
Time ain't for no time's not for that
Chasing echoes like a lost legionnaire
He on memories while he fades like a flare

Now his childhood was not make believe
On the decks of a tall ship he was to achieve
Witnessed and starvation natural wonders and force
Oh the of a sailor steers a wanderin' course

Enduring echoes call out from his
Time ain't for no time's not for that
Chasing echoes like a lost legionnaire
He on memories while he fades like a flare

Well now life throws us balls we never can reach
He gave up the but he lived by the beach
Where he raised up his taught us all to survive
Then the wind went away in

[whistle/violin

Now the old chicamauga has by the ways
She lies on the of old mobile bay
Where the ghosts of his and his brother are near
protect him and tell him there's nothin' to fear
Cause it's family tradition we to the sea
And it's a time in the future for and me

Enduring call out from his past
Time ain't for saving no not for that
Chasing false like a lost legionnaire
He waltzes on memories while he fades like a

The skies over cuba were by the sun
of november 1921