Luyện nghe bài hát (In the) Pouring Rain

I could see as I in
The ships were gone and the pit in
A funeral bell the hour in
A lonely slumbering

Not the twang of the
Not even the wail of pain
Not the of desire
in the pouring pouring rain

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

I can hear the sharpen of the
Some lucky stranger in the
Hear the sharpen of the
stranger in the rain

Hammers beat in times
On weedy rusted lines
Mocking the sun and signs
All weedy gates of iron

The sun won't my way again
moon was on the wane
Oh, I'll never see a again
In the pouring pouring

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

I the sharpen of the pain
Some lucky in the rain
Hear the sharpen of the
Lucky stranger pouring

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