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 that will kill
Of trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottom
Of seas and ways of life we've forgotten
I having dreams

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

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

I keep dreams of things I need to do
And waking up but not through
But it feels I haven't slept at all
I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
Posters of and of Hemingway
An antique compass for a escape
She "You just can't live this way"
And I close my eyes and I say
I'm having dreams

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

And come
I am
Just an on the bedsheets
I'm by the with my thumb out
A car up, and Bob's driving
So I climb in, we don't say a
As we off into the sunrise
And these of tarmac
Are like across the country
We are blood cells in
The at
The beating of the country
We are electric
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the
We are pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the
(We are electric)
In the sleeping soul of the
(Sleeping of the country)
Sleeping soul of the