Luyện nghe bài hát Nathan La Franeer

I hired a coach to take me confusion to the plane
And though we shared a common space I know I'll never meet
The driver with his eyebrows in the rear-view mirror
I read his name and it was written Nathan La Franeer

I him would he hurry
But we crawled the canyons
Through the and the sellers
Through the burglar bells and the wishing
With gangs and girly
The ghostly garden

The cars and buses through the bedlam of the day
I looked through at streets and Nathan grumbled at the gray
I saw an aging cripple selling balloons
The grated through chrome-plate, the clock struck slowly half-past-noon

Through the tunnel tiled and
Into once again I am escaping
Once again
To symphonies and dirty
With parks and clothes
The ghostly garden

He asked me for a dollar more, he cursed me to my
He hated everyone who paid to ride and his common space
I picked my bags up from the curb and stumbled to the
Another man reached out his hand, another reached out for more

And I filled it full of
And I left the fingers
And the sky goes on
Without maids and peace parades
You feed it all your
The ghostly garden
You feed it all woes
The ghostly garden