Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Train

I'm here picking the holes in my sneakers
Watching the moves of those midnight
There's a of a song, rustling through my head
Something about being else instead

And the ghost train comes on in, through this town
Picking up the passengers putting them down
And the wind a leaf, like the ghost of a thief
And the autumnal wind blows and around

Oh horses of smoke sneaking in through the trees
There's a shaking and a shuddering that goes to my
And I wonder happening, did I miss the joke
Another sleeping I never awoke

was plenty war and plenty of death
Plenty of and wasting of breath
And all I did was scratch and dream a few dreams
And I wrote a few notes on what I it all means

But them all now they don't amount to much
There's no to eat no flesh to touch
A few dreams of you and a few to fry
I sat there watching another year go by

Oh those horses of sneaking in through the trees
There's a and a shuddering that goes to my knees
And I what's happening, did I miss the joke
Another sleeping I never awoke