Luyện nghe bài hát Mist on a Monday Morning

I wake and yawn at the of dawn
With dewdrops on my
As I up to greet the morning
much to eat
Every breath I take seems to make my ache
My only friend is mist on a morning

Pick up my sack and for miles
Never why
To the brewer's where I can sit
And watch my go by
and drink all day till my memory melts away
I need a friend like mist on a monday

my wife, has she gone
I hear misty morning
One resting in the grave
Destined not to see her

a den in the grass by the autopath
Of steel
I may be there tonight
And depending how I
Damp and dirty
sorrow on my face
With nothing but the mist on a monday

From... I the sin
Like wheels upon my
by the night
I stumbled in the
Every breath I take seems to my body ache
And drift into the mist on a monday