Luyện nghe bài hát High Country

There's a who lives in the high country
Where the do not weep
And the rain falls softly and
And does not her sleep
There's a who lives in the high country
Who lives on tea and
And I know that she does not me
But she plays the game so
"sit by my and tell me boy
Is the milky way that far? is the universe really
Tell me who you "
I am a - a poor man
I am a ghettoman - I am a
Who saw the gutterman who has no
Who heard the widow who weep
In the backstreets, in the poor
I hear a thunder which roll
Mine are the eyes steal from the orphanage
A groveller, groping in the
Inside is a
A tiger-man from
Even a lover-man strutting down the
A river searching for the sea...
And she that she understood me
She thought I was complex and
"here" she said, "hold my hand,
And a muffin!"
"do you see the boy?
Do you see the
Do you see the
Do you me? "
Brick by brick the empire is
by stone it cracks and folds
Dreams of phantoms plotting in the
Vengeance in the grass
Someone's been at the cabinet
She's sure been wearing her shoes
All around her and anarchy
and reason overthrown
"i'm sure" she says, "they will the embassy,
me home, take me home!"
There's a wind that blows through the high
Where the mansion used to
And it blows through the down garden
Where she held my hand.
La, la, la, la...