Luyện nghe bài hát High road

Up to creek they come to meet
they done days by the summer heat
The sun is always in their
They hold their glasses they'd rise
On a clouded fair and gin dine
They're losing track of time
All sloppy men grow
import everything that's nice
Comfort is all what heard
are transient, they look
Lover, too to quote
But better times never show

By now the dreams have all been
All of the money has been
The crashing surf upon the
They know I hear this sound
Our of middling at best
Put that pro-touch-up to a
Was either choice, they do not
That better times they showed

is all around
But happiness is found
Paradise is all
But happiness is found