Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Disappeared

I having dreams
Of pioneers and ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the that will kill them
Of being trapped in a lift straight to the bottom
Of seas and ways of life we've forgotten
I having dreams

Amy in a bar in Exeter
I went back to her and I slept beside her
She woke up screaming in the middle of the
of her own insides
Dreams of ships and Patty Hearst
Breaking through a over-rehearsed
She can't which came first
The house, the home, or the thirst
She having dreams

And on the days
When it feels like weighs
Ten tons
got her cowboy boots and
Car on the bedstand
So she can run
She could get up, shower and in an hour she'll be gone

I keep dreams of things I need to do
And waking up but not following
But it feels like I slept at all
When I wake to a silence and facing the wall
of Dylan and of Hemingway
An antique compass for a sailor's
She says "You just live this way"
And I close my eyes and I say
I'm still having

And on the days
When it feels life weighs
Ten thousand
I sleep my passport
One eye on the door
So I can run
I can get up, shower, and in half an hour be gone

And come
I am
Just an on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside my thumb out
A car pulls up, and driving
So I climb in, we say a word
As we pull off the sunrise
And rivers of tarmac
Are like across the country
We are cells alive in
The at
The beating of the country
We are pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the
We are electric
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the
(We are electric)
In the sleeping soul of the
(Sleeping of the country)
Sleeping of the country