Luyện nghe bài hát His Dream

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

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

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

His father at fifty 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 miss an event, helpin' them homework
Discipline to prevent things they're older

His only son is twenty one
And focus as a poet has only begun
Papa isn't dumb, he understands what this
His is my dream, my dream 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 keep it alive, yeah

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

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

Sometimes a dream is all we have
We have to 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 he made for me, his dream
Put it aside for his family, his
Yeah, so I'ma keep it alive,

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

Things they should know but the that they don't
All the that distinguish 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 prove it by his son and his daughters
In their life he'll be playin' the of
The one who inspires, the one we

His son is only twenty one
And focus as a poet has 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 sacrifices he made for me, his
Put it aside for his family, his
Yeah, so keep it alive, yeah