Luyện nghe bài hát Nathan La Franeer

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

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

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

Through the tunnel and turning
Into once again I am escaping
Once again
To and dirty trees
With parks and plastic
The ghostly grows

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

And I filled it full of
And I the fingers counting
And the sky on forever
Without meter maids and parades
You feed it all your
The ghostly grows
You feed it all your
The ghostly garden