Luyện nghe bài hát Mrs. Potter's Lullaby

Well I woke up in mid-afternoon cause that's it all hurts the most
I dream I never know anyone at the party and I'm always the
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 through of flame
If you've never stared off into the distance then life is a shame
And though I'll forget your face,
I can't remember my name

Hey Mrs. don't 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 light to turn out and one bell to ring
And the one out of the circus has to lock up everything

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

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

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

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

Hey, Mrs. Potter, turn
Hey, Mrs. Potter, I for you
Hey, Mrs. Potter, won't you to me

When the last king of Hollywood shatters his on the floor
And another. well, I wonder what he did that for
That's when I know I have to get out cause
I been there before
So I gave up my 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,
it's the last of the great pioneer town bars
Aw, we shout out these songs the clang of electric guitars
Well, you can see a million miles
But you get very far
Aw, you can see a miles tonight
But you get very far

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