Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Disappeared

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

Amy worked in a bar in
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 pirate ships and Patty
through a life over-rehearsed
She can't remember which first
The house, the home, or the terrible
She keeps dreams

And on the worst
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 having dreams of things I to do
And waking up but not through
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 my eyes and I never say
I'm still dreams

And on the worst
When it feels like weighs
Ten thousand
I sleep with my
One eye on the door
So I can run
I can get up, shower, and in an hour I'll be gone

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