Luyện nghe bài hát Folk Singer

Like a folk singer's I'm moving on
And I'm not the kind of man acts very strong
When the girls are on
When the are looking on
If you tied my hands and put on my feet
I can myself walking down any street
Telling people I meet
Looks like to me
Every single day at eleven I'm home in bed in heaven
Alone 'cause my leaves at seven ain't got time for my bedn'in
She said stop pretendin' you're not JOhn
Will I get over this
Having tasted lips with a kiss
You can cross me off list
Take these from off my wrists
And drop fists
Soon as I'm well I'm gonna leave my
more of a man and less like a mouse
Drive my car south to the Mississippi's mouth
In the gulf of Mexico I'll get
Every I made in the shade of Esplanade
I've saved in a song I play when I'm afraid
Of a scale air-raid
From the choices I've made
When I heard the news about the dues
And how each time I lose no matter which door I
I put on my walking
And I just cruised (and you I got bruised)
It was fun it lasted until it was blasted
Right out of the water and fantastic
Now he shafted and she's already past it
She's like and he's so spastic