Luyện nghe bài hát Jeremy Engle

Jeremy
Lives in a
controlled apartment
With his family

are books all around them
The dining table is lacquered
With clippings
Yellowing

They argue at
His friends drop by
To a line in or two
About

They all guitar
And all very far away
In their own
From the upper side
Of

I never got past his googly
That at me sadly
In surprise

The way a Lord looks at his mat
Or a on his tie
It never for me

And Jeremy though
Wanted to step that portal
And try on that dimension
Of high high

Jeremy's and brow
Grow high and no, not I
I'm more of a
Not blessed the vision

Beyond how I'm
The china and
Now there are the
Lenin
And through
Six pounds of

Thigh they shot up
In New York
At their
needs me
To off his eye

Some thingy
That his brother's
let fly

Sometimes all you is a napkin
Sometimes all you need is a