Luyện nghe bài hát My Dream

I build my home,
That I shall some day;
It'll be I want it
Oh - and I that in every way.

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

The roof of it have peak lines,
and contours dip;
and shadowy eaves,
where the raindrops can drip.

... That sweet patter,
of raindrops at -
is such a sound
on a gloomy day.

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

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

But when the is shadowed
by that old sinking
And the are bowing
for the dew drops to

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

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

And with my guitar,
I'll be just strummin'
and goodbye,
to beautiful 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 deny
- but it me so sad,
When I think that lost
All that I could had.

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

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

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

And I'll that gold,
light on my face;
And then I'll trippin'
to far off place.

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

And I'll leave all that I
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.