Luyện nghe bài hát My Dream

When I my home,
That I shall have day;
be like I want it
Oh - and I mean in every way.

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

The roof of it have peak lines,
and contours that
and form eaves,
where the raindrops can drip.

... That sweet patter,
of raindrops at -
is such a beautiful
on a quiet day.

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

feeding my little dog,
or playing my little cat.
But yearning,
and where you're at.

But when the is shadowed
by old sinking sun;
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,
sometimes
But mostly n' roll
- I'll surely improvise.

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

A of my angel,
That I love of all -
have painted from a snapshot
onto my wall.

Where the suns rays,
and the cold beam
cast 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 my love -
and then me to go.

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

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

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

through all of my travels,
I must missed somewhere -
A place that I might
my someday.

And leave all that I have
to the gods, up
and go my life searching
for the angel, I love.

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