Luyện nghe bài hát Mist on a Monday Morning

I and yawn at the crack of dawn
With on my feet
As I rise up to the morning
much to eat
Every breath I take seems to make my body
My friend is mist on a monday morning

Pick up my and walk for miles
thinking why
To the brewer's yard I can sit
And my life go by
Drink and all day till my memory melts away
I need a friend like on a monday morning

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

There's a den in the grass by the
Of steel
I may be there tonight
And depending how I
Damp and place
Printing sorrow on my
With nothing but the mist on a monday

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