Luyện nghe bài hát His Dream

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

Black is turnin' gray, of his age
Reflectin' from the glasses, a of every page
day reads, readin' on occasion
Dreamin' of the day when he do the same 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, has to provide
A family is relyin' on a 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 for your kids
Never an event, helpin' them with homework
to prevent things when they're older

His son is only twenty 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 I'ma it alive, yeah

And so he to be the dream guardian
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 his kids

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 then what's bought
And that's on the shelf

Sometimes a dream is all that we
We have to to dream
'Cause once it is lost amongst other
what 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 sits back at his
Crackin' his knuckles and of his neck
Faxin' a paper his name
On another application the main

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

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

His only son is only one
And as a poet has only just begun
Papa isn't dumb, he understands what this
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