Luyện nghe bài hát Luther's windows

Luther's are littered with nothin'
A crystal, a picture, a dead sage
A dusty white curtain, the prints of a dog
A shot glass collection from his driving days

bedroom is as hot as an oven
With air as stale as old forgotten bread
In a cage on the dresser there's a parrot that
But her name over and over is all it says

Turn your to the sun
You see shadows
Look beneath the
You see night

a homesick sailor
Luther's standin' in the
Watching the
Floating by him

Luther's hands once held a
With keys to a home and a blue
Now he lives with his mother, steals all her
And chain smokes and at the ceiling for days

Turn back to the sun
You see shadows
beneath the stars
You see night

Like a sailor
Luther's in the window
the world
Floating by him

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah,
He is watching the
Floating by him

Luther's sitting by on the sofa
With his head down but his eyes are open wide
Having a one man revival an electronic Bible
to the parade going by

And the bass is poundin', the trumpets are bleatin'
And he's reading a verse St. John
A of light seeps through the blind
Luther pulls down the shade he makes up his mind

Well, turn your to the sun
You see shadows
beneath the stars
You see night

Like a sailor
Luther's in the window
Watching the
Floating by him

It's by him tonight
floating by him tonight
It's by him tonight