Luyện nghe bài hát Half Mile Hill

Half mile 8 years old,
standing on top, the world below,
Me and my dad, man to man,
suitcase packed,he was out,
says no ones , but I had my doubts,
and I have em still up on half hill,
you can see the fields,
the cars go round the courthouse,
see the sun go where the streetlamps glow,
on checkerboard rows,
wishing I fly, like a cut string kite,
on the floor of heaven,is anybody listening,

half mile 17,
the summer, and jim beam,
kicking beer off the side, one last time,
she was wildcat I was scarecrow thin,
we were thick as thieves til the end,
trying to make stand still,on half mile hill,
you see the ball fields,
watch the go round the courthouse,
see the sun go where the streetlamps glow,
on checkerboard rows,
I could fly, like a cut string kite,
tapping on the floor of heaven, is listening,
hey all you and leavers,
stuck in us,
and stoners,
old and dreamers,
and stumbling,
always for something,
past that no sign,
you can see the fields,
watch the go round the courthouse,
see the sun go where the streetlamps glow,
on checkerboard rows,
wishing I could fly, a cut string kite,
tapping on the floor of heaven, on the floor of heaven,
is listening, (in background) (is anybody listening),
up on mile hill,
is listening,(in background) (is anybody listening).