Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Disappeared (Songbook Version)

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

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

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

I keep dreams of things I need to do
And waking up but not following
But it feels I haven't slept at all
I wake to a silence and she's facing the wall
Posters of Dylan and of
An compass for a sailor's escape
She you just can't live this way
And I close my and I never say
I'm having dreams

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

And morning
I am
Just an imprint on the
I'm by the roadside with my out
A car up, and Bob's driving
So I in
We don't say a
As we off into the sunrise
And rivers
Of
Are like arteries the country
We are blood alive in the bloodstream
The heart of the country
We are pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping soul of the
We are pulses
In the pathways of the sleeping of the country
We are pulses
The sleeping of the country
The sleeping of the country