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 his eyebrows furrowed in the rear-view mirror
I read his name and it was plainly written La Franeer
I him would he hurry
But we the canyons slowly
Thru the and the sellers
the burglar bells and the wishing wells
With gangs and shows
The ghostly garden
The cars and bustled thru the bedlam of the day
I looked thru at streets and Nathan grumbled at the grey
I saw an aging cripple selling Superman
The city thru chrome-plate
The clock slowly half-past-noon
Thru the tunnel tiled and
Into daylight once again I am
Once goodbye
To symphonies and trees
With and plastic clothes
The ghostly garden
He asked me for a dollar
He me to my face
He everyone who paid to ride
And share his space
I picked my bags up the curb
And to the door
Another man out his hand
Another reached out for more
And I filled it of silver
And I left the fingers
And the sky on forever
Without meter and peace parades
You feed it all your
The ghostly grows
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