Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Potter's Lullaby

Well I woke up in mid-afternoon cause that's when it all the most
I dream I never anyone at the party and I'm always the host
If dreams are like movies, memories are films about ghosts
You can never escape, you can move south down the coast

Well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of and fame
I am an acrobat swinging trapezes circles of flame
If you've never off into the distance then your life is a shame
And though never forget your face,
Sometimes I can't my name

Hey Mrs. Potter cry
Hey Mrs. Potter I why but
Hey Mrs. Potter you talk to me

Well, there's a piece of Maria in every that I sing
And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it
And there is always one last to turn out and one last bell to ring
And the last one out of the has to lock up everything

Or the elephants will get out and forget to what you said
And the ghosts of the tilt-a-whirl will linger inside of your
And the Ferris junkies will spin them forever instead
When I see you a of stars covers me in bed

Hey Mrs. don't go
I said hey Mrs. I don't know but
Hey Mrs. won't you talk to me

All the blue light reflections that my mind when I sleep
And the lovesick rejections accompany the company I keep
All the perceptions that cut just a little too deep
Hey I can bleed as well as anyone, but I someone to help me sleep

So I throw my hand into the air and it in the beams
It's just a brief interruption of the dust sparkle jet stream
Well, I know I don't know you and you're not what you seem
Aw, but I'd sure to find out
So why don't you down off that movie screen

Hey, Mrs. Potter, don't
Hey, Mrs. Potter, I for you
Hey, Mrs. Potter, you talk to me

When the last of Hollywood shatters his glass on the floor
And orders another. well, I wonder what he did for
That's when I know that I have to get out
I been there before
So I up my seat at the bar and I head for the door. Yeah.
We drove out to the desert just to lie down beneath this bowl of
We up in the Palace,
Like it's the last of the great town bars
Aw, we shout out these songs against the clang of guitars
Well, you can see a million tonight
But you can't get far
Aw, you can see a million miles
But you get very far

Hey, Mrs. Potter, I touch and
Hey, Mrs. Potter, it's not but
Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you to me
Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you to me
Hey, Mrs. Potter, you talk to me