Luyện nghe bài hát (In the) Pouring Rain

I see as I rode in
The ships gone and the pit fell in
A funeral tolled the hour in
A lonely drunkard

Not the of the guitar
Not even the siren wail of
Not the of desire
in the pouring pouring rain

Breeze black on date street
I was raised up on the cheap
(Yeah, say)
Ask no questions and sleep
'Til the old tango that's on street

I can the sharpen of the pain
Some stranger in the rain
the sharpen of the rain
Lucky in the rain

beat in dusty times
On these weedy rusted
Mocking the sun and optimistic
All these weedy gates of

The sun shine my way again
moon was on the wane
Oh, never see a star again
In the pouring rain

A salty band played for the
A sad and some refrain
The future to the weather vane
The old died of shame

I hear the sharpen of the
lucky stranger in the rain
Hear the sharpen of the
Lucky stranger pouring

Pouring