Luyện nghe bài hát No Joy In Mudville

Last night I dreamt I was you
I was dressed all in with dark glasses and attitude
Such a pose I could not hold
Through days in a town that I had once called a home

And your studies of fringe New York
I was the pavement in every word you would speak
To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and on

Buying drinks for the poets
southern corruption towed you down the interstate
And all said that you were the king
Of a gloomy disruption that when you would sing

And this simply cannot compete
So I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and east
To a brownstone up three of stairs and it's on

If I could've had my way, year would bridge '66 again?

Trust fund hipsters casing the room
Chock full of amphetamines the kick drum boom
Set the pace incomparable cool
And if the temp was it was lost on all but you

And your studies of fringe New streets
I was reading the pavement in word you would speak
To a brownstone up three of stairs and it's on, on, on, it's on

If I could've had my way, this year would '66 again?
If I had my way, this year would bridge '66 again?