Luyện nghe bài hát My Dream

When I my home,
That I shall have day;
It'll be like I it
Oh - and I that in every way.

I yet to see any
that would cope the style -
Of the house I dream of;
I'll build after a while.

The roof of it will have lines,
and that dip;
and shadowy eaves,
the little raindrops can drip.

... That pitter patter,
of at play -
is such a beautiful
on a gloomy day.

You know, the wind is high,
And the storm race,
and I'll be up
by my fire-place.

Maybe my little dog,
or with my little cat.
But yearning,
and wonderin' where at.

But when the is shadowed
by old sinking sun;
And the are bowing
for the dew to come;

At my old piano,
with pure keys,
I'll plunk out some vibrations
of I please.

Sometimes be classics,
lullabies;
But mostly n' roll
- that surely improvise.

And with my guitar,
I'll be strummin' away
and goodbye,
to another day.

A of my angel,
That I most of all -
I'll have painted a snapshot
my bedroom wall.

Where the warm rays,
and the moon's cold
Will her reflection,
as I lay and dream.

You know, I can't
- but it me so sad,
I think that I've lost
All that I could had.

It was for her -
And I guess I, I
That she my love -
and then me to go.

Finally my house,
I will it complete.
And I'll up a smoke,
Sitting by the sill.

And I'll read my many
that have in my bachelors nest;
While the sun goes
- in the west.

And feel that gold,
warm light on my
And then I'll start
to far off place.

That all of my travels,
I have missed somewhere -
A place that I find
my someday.

And I'll leave all I have
to the gods, up
and go spend my searching
for the angel, I love.

For all of my dreams,
be but a souvenir;
to the one
that I so dear.