Luyện nghe bài hát Nathan La Franeer

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

I asked him would he
But we the canyons slowly
the buyers and the sellers
Through the burglar bells and the wishing
With gangs and girly
The garden grows

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

Through the tunnel tiled and
Into once again I am escaping
Once goodbye
To symphonies and dirty
With parks and plastic
The ghostly grows

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

And I filled it full of
And I left the counting
And the sky goes on
meter maids and peace parades
You feed it all woes
The garden grows
You feed it all your
The ghostly grows