Luyện nghe bài hát Luther's windows

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

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

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

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

hands once held a chain
With keys to a home and a Chevrolet
Now he with his mother, steals all her liquor
And chain and stares at the ceiling for days

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

Like a sailor
Luther's standing in the
Watching the
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 Bible
to the parade going by

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

Well, turn your to the sun
You see only
Look beneath the
You see only

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

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