Luyện nghe bài hát Mist on a Monday Morning

I wake and yawn at the crack of
With on my feet
As I rise up to greet the
Nothing to eat
Every breath I take seems to make my body
My only friend is mist on a morning

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

Where's my wife, has she
I hear misty morning
One resting in the grave
not to see her anymore

There's a den in the grass by the
Of corrugated
I may be sleeping tonight
And how I feel
Damp and dirty
Printing sorrow on my
With nothing but the on a monday morning

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