Luyện nghe bài hát No Joy In Mudville

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

And your studies of New York streets
I was reading the in every word you would speak
To a up three flights of stairs and it's on

Buying drinks for the poets
This southern corruption towed you the interstate
And they all that you were the king
Of a gloomy disruption that surfaced you would sing

And this town simply cannot
So I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and heading
To a up three flights of stairs and it's on

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

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

And your of fringe New York streets
I was reading the pavement in every word you would
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 bridge '66 again?
If I could've had my way, this year would '66 again?