Luyện nghe bài hát Good Luck Mr Gorsky

Rides his bike on a causeway
Makes him ten feet tall and drives him
Dreams of rockets and home-run
Takes the brakes off on the big hills for a
Oh when its dark
a voice that will always call you in
But you care
You still sleep thinking

Best of luck Mr all the world's waiting for you
There's a clock on the
And it ticks you're small
for you
Good luck Mr all the worlds waiting for you
There's a plaque on the
That your wife won at
it for you

Making holes in the tall white
And a curtains flicker as you pass
Think man must be ninety-seven
Built a telescope he focused on the
Models in boxes look like the pictures on the front
But o.k
still fly on elastic