Luyện nghe bài hát His Dream

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

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

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

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

His only son is twenty one
And focus as a has only just begun
isn't 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 aside for his family, his
Yeah, so keep it alive, yeah

And so he targeted to be the dream
Guardin' it from anythin' and anyone who's 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 twenty
He thinks to himself, this alone is the
greater then what's bought
And sold on the shelf

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

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

So he back at his desk
Crackin' his knuckles and of his neck
Faxin' a paper his name
On another application the main

Things should know but the things that they don't
All the things that distinguish him as an
And over the 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 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 isn't dumb, he understands this means
His dream is my dream, my is his dream

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