Luyện nghe bài hát Hard And Tenderly

They called me "Mr. X, Indeed", the special ones saw so deep inside
the souls of those who were so lonely. I was down beneath the bottom,
my staring caught them gaily parading up and down the
street-followed by some stinking masses, freeing fumes and gasses
to the brown and nearly out air. But they had that certain presence
like the or the essence of the cleansing upper atmosphere. Laughing,
loving, and without a doubt, they simply strode the streets that
other left alone. I ran across, myself compulsive, with the
feeling of a pulsing drum pounded underneath my skin. A tingling in
my tangled brain was screaming that this was insane, but it told me,
"Touch it," too.
"Stand aside," I the masses, and with that I made my passage frome
lonely to the only side. Openly they smiled to me, like they always
knew meet me somewhere walking up and down the road. I knew I must
appear as someone far beyond the common come-on, so I not say my nae
was Ed. So I said, "I'm Mr. X who wants to and who expects to help
and guide your efforts to succeed." They laughed a bit at me, and
then said, "Mr. X-Indeed," and hugged me somehow and tenderly.