Luyện nghe bài hát His Dream

He leans back from his desk, rubs the 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 he's made

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

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

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

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

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

And so he targeted to be the dream
Guardin' it from anythin' and anyone 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 kisses the of the Mrs
For twenty years, goin' on the twenty fifth
He thinks to himself, this is the wealth
That's greater then what's
And sold on the shelf

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

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

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

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

And at he is a leader, a father
prove 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 begun
Papa dumb, he understands what this means
His dream is my dream, my is his dream

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