Luyện nghe bài hát Hard And Tenderly

They me "Mr. X, Indeed", the special ones that saw so deep inside
the of those who were so lonely. I was down beneath the bottom, when
my vacant staring caught them gaily up and down the
by some stinking masses, freeing fumes and giving gasses
to the brown and nearly worn out air. But they had certain presence
like the ether or the essence of the upper atmosphere. Laughing,
loving, and without a doubt, they strode about the streets that
other creatures left alone. I ran across, myself compulsive, the
of a pulsing drum that pounded underneath my skin. A tingling in
my tangled brain was screaming this was insane, but it also told me,
"Touch it," too.
"Stand aside," I told the masses, and that I made my passage frome
lonely to the only side. Openly they smiled to greet me, like always
knew they'd meet me somewhere 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 to come and who expects to help
and guide efforts to succeed." They laughed a little bit at me, and
then said, "Mr. X-Indeed," and me somehow hard and tenderly.