Luyện nghe bài hát Folk Singer

Like a folk singer's song I'm on
And I'm not the kind of man that acts very
the girls are looking on
When the girls are on
If you tied my hands and put on my feet
I can picture myself walking down any
Telling that I meet
Looks rain to me
single day at eleven I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
Alone my girl leaves at seven ain't got time for my bedn'in
She said stop you're not JOhn Lennon
I ever get over this
Having your lips with a kiss
You can cross me off list
Take these cuffs off my wrists
And your fists
Soon as I'm well I'm gonna leave my
Become more of a man and less like a
Drive my car down south to the mouth
In the gulf of Mexico I'll get
Every girl I made in the of Esplanade
I've saved in a song that I play when I'm
Of a scale air-raid
From the choices I've made
When I heard the about the union dues
And how each time I no matter which door I choose
I put on my walking
And I just cruised (and you I got bruised)
It was fun while it lasted until it was
Right out of the and into fantastic
Now he feels shafted and already past it
like elastic and he's so spastic