Luyện nghe bài hát No Joy In Mudville

Last I dreamt that I was you
I was all in black with dark glasses and attitude
a pose I could simply not hold
Through days in a northern town that I had once a home

And studies 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

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

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

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

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

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