Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Disappeared (Songbook Version)

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

Amy in a bar in Exeter
I went back to her house and I slept her
She woke up screaming in the of the night
of her own insides
Dreams of pirate and Patty Hearst
Breaking through a over-rehearsed
She remember which came first
The house, the home, or the terrible
She keeps dreams

And on the worst
When it feels like weighs ten thousand tons
She's got her cowboy boots and car on the bedstand
So she can run
She can get up, shower, and in an hour she'll be gone

I keep having dreams of I need to do
And up but not following through
But it feels like I haven't at all
When I wake to a silence and she's the wall
Posters of Dylan and of
An antique compass for a escape
She you just can't live this way
And I close my eyes and I say
I'm still dreams

And on the worst
When it feels life weighs ten thousand tons
I with my passport
One eye on the door
So I can run
I can get up, shower, and in half an I'll be gone

And morning
I am
an imprint on the bedsheets
I'm by the roadside with my out
A car up, and Bob's driving
So I in
We say a word
As we pull off into the
And these
Of
Are like arteries across the
We are cells alive in the bloodstream
The beating heart of the
We are pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping of the country
We are pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the
We are electric
The sleeping of the country
The sleeping of the country