Luyện nghe bài hát His Dream

He leans back from his desk, the back of his neck
The takes effect, grips the bridge of his nose
Squints while he's showin' emotion he won't
At fifty six, he re-evaluates, regrettin'
Some decisions that he's

Black is turnin' gray, of his age
from the glasses, a pass of every page
Passionately day reads, readin' on
Dreamin' of the day when he could do the same

He's wanted to write, that's all he's wanted in life
With two daughters, a son and a wife
He's in a bind, has to provide
A is relyin' on a Milli to survive

His died at fifty six
So well aware how vital a father figure is
How big of a it is
To be a good and care for your kids
Never miss an event, helpin' them homework
to prevent things when they're older

His son is only twenty one
And focus as a poet has only just
Papa isn't dumb, he what this means
His dream is my dream, my dream is his

I close my and I can see his dream
The sacrifices he made for me, his
Put it for his family, his dream
Yeah, so keep it alive, yeah

And so he targeted to be the dream
Guardin' it from anythin' and who's harmin' it
But in his he knows the hardest thing about it is
Givin' up on his dream to be all about his

As he the lips of the Mrs
For twenty four years, goin' on the fifth
He thinks to himself, this alone is the
That's greater then bought
And that's on the shelf

Sometimes a dream is all we have
We to continue to dream
'Cause once it is amongst other thoughts
what really are we? What are we?

I close my and I can see his dream
The sacrifices he made for me, his
Put it aside for his family, his
Yeah, so I'ma it alive, yeah

So he sits back at his
his knuckles and back of his neck
Faxin' a paper displayin' his
On another explainin' the main

Things they should know but the that they don't
All the things distinguish him as an adult
And over the phone he can expose
The roll that he chose, the in his home

And at home he is a leader, a
prove it by usin' his son and his daughters
In their he'll be playin' the part of
The one who inspires, the one we

His son is only twenty one
And as a poet has only just begun
Papa dumb, he understands what this means
His is my dream, my dream is his dream

I close my and I can see his dream
The he made for me, his dream
Put it for his family, his dream
Yeah, so keep it alive, yeah