Luyện nghe bài hát His Dream

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

is turnin' gray, patches of his age
Reflectin' the glasses, a pass of every page
day reads, readin' on occasion
Dreamin' of the day when he could do the thing

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

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

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

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

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

As he kisses the of the Mrs
For twenty four years, goin' on the twenty
He thinks to himself, alone is the wealth
That's greater then bought
And sold on the shelf

a dream is all that we have
We have to to dream
'Cause it is lost amongst other thoughts
Then what really are we? are we?

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

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

they should know but the things that they don't
All the that distinguish him as an adult
And the phone he can never expose
The roll he chose, the roll in his home

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

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

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