Luyện nghe bài hát Hard And Tenderly

They called me "Mr. X, Indeed", the special ones that saw so deep
the souls of those who were so lonely. I was down the bottom, when
my vacant staring caught gaily parading up and down the
by some stinking masses, freeing fumes and giving gasses
to the brown and nearly out air. But they had that certain presence
like the ether or the essence of the upper atmosphere. Laughing,
loving, and without a doubt, they simply about 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 also me,
"Touch it," too.
"Stand aside," I told the masses, and with that I made my passage
lonely to the only side. Openly they smiled to greet me, like always
knew they'd meet me somewhere walking up and the road. I knew I must
appear as someone far beyond the come-on, so I could not say my nae
was Ed. So I said, "I'm Mr. X who to come and who expects to help
and guide your efforts to succeed." They a little bit at me, and
said, "Mr. X-Indeed," and hugged me somehow hard and tenderly.