Luyện nghe bài hát No Joy In Mudville

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

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

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

And this town simply compete
So I'm packing my Bullets and Silvertones and heading
To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and on

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

Trust fund hipsters casing the room
Chock full of amphetamines the overturned kick drum
Set the pace with cool
And if the was lousy 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 flights of stairs and it's on, on, on, it's on

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