Luyện nghe bài hát First Recollection

My first recollection, a day in
Black iron steam engine in ice
Like Cambrian monster
Moaning and
Nothing was ever going to beat that
In a fair

sat and watched the woodpiles
Grow through the
Now I'm sittin', smellin' summer through the fall
Winter's on, days gettin' dreary
And I'm this is the season
Where I you all

heard a man in a crisis
Falls back on he knows best
A murderer to murder, a to theft
And I want you to think
That is some kind of deathbed confession
Umm, but run is what I did when put to the

My first recollection is a day in
forty seven tracin' lines through the sky
Like old gypsy curse
Silently
Upon the dreams of
Who jealously watch life by

sat and watched my troubles
Pile the summer
Now I'm sitting, hearing my youngest cry down the
Winter's coming on, days dreary
And I'm this is the season
That I you all

I've heard that the son bear
The burdens of the
But it's the daughter that is to clean up the mess
And I want you to think
That I'm for absolution
Umm, but run is what I did put to the test