Luyện nghe bài hát Luther's windows

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

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

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

Like a sailor
standin' in the window
Watching the
by him tonight

Luther's hands held a chain
keys to a home and a blue Chevrolet
Now he with his mother, steals all her liquor
And chain smokes and stares at the for days

Turn your to the sun
You see only
beneath the stars
You see only

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

Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, yeah,
He is the world
by him tonight

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

And the bass drum is poundin', the trumpets are
And reading a verse from St. John
A trickle of light through the blind
Luther pulls down the shade until he up his mind

Well, turn your to the sun
You see shadows
Look the stars
You see only

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

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