Luyện nghe bài hát His Dream

He leans from his desk, rubs the back of his neck
The stress takes effect, grips the bridge of his
Squints while he's showin' emotion he normally
At fifty six, he re-evaluates, regrettin'
Some decisions that he's

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

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

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

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

I my eyes 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 heart he 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, on the twenty fifth
He to himself, this alone is the wealth
That's greater then what's
And sold on the shelf

Sometimes a 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 and I can see his dream
The sacrifices he made for me, his
Put it for his family, his dream
Yeah, so I'ma keep it alive,

So he sits at his desk
Crackin' his knuckles and of his neck
Faxin' a paper displayin' his
On application explainin' the main

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

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

His only son is only one
And focus as a poet has only just
Papa dumb, he understands 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 aside for his family, his
Yeah, so keep it alive, yeah