Luyện nghe bài hát In A Motel

And so I left when I was a boy.
I swore I'd do it all over again.
And now up the hill snow-bit,
blue-tipped fingers, from falling,
but I can't go back no more
In poses, venues lined with pillows,
Atlas shouldered some blunder or other
You ask for more this,
but I don't know more than this is.
Is it a motel,
with a magazine,
in towns?
I was thinking my mother
and I wished ill myself.
don't come around here no more.
I hear she's living in
her brother. I wish her the best,
and I she can forget me.
But the ghost that comes
is a for her.
I see her in my nightmares,
modern literature
with her around my neck
in a
with a magazine
in towns.
I was about my mother
and I ill upon myself.