Luyện nghe bài hát His Dream

He leans back from his desk, the back of his neck
The stress takes effect, grips the of his nose
while he's showin' emotion he normally won't
At fifty six, he re-evaluates, regrettin'
Some that he's made

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

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

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

His only son is only one
And focus as a poet has only begun
Papa isn't dumb, he understands what 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 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 who's it
But in his heart he the hardest thing about it is
up on his dream to be all about his kids

As he kisses the of the Mrs
For twenty four years, goin' on the twenty
He thinks to himself, this is the wealth
That's greater what's bought
And that's on the shelf

Sometimes a dream is all that we
We have to continue to
'Cause once it is lost amongst 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
Crackin' his knuckles and back of his
Faxin' a displayin' his name
On another application explainin' the

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

And at home he is a leader, a
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 son is only twenty one
And focus as a poet has just begun
Papa isn't dumb, he understands what this
His dream is my dream, my is his dream

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