Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Smoke

I sigh every breath I'm breathing
It's kind of holy smoke that I believe
take me on my way

Some - the dust on my old boots is settling
And I'm slowly growing roots I
never tidy me away

Uhoh, uhoh, uhoh,

I do what an old friend told me
He "don't you go worrying about me,
I'm only sad as I to be"

Well that's as maybe, but do I want to be trees
Who round in freezing fog just waiting
For the spring to for me?

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh noo