Luyện nghe bài hát Nobody Home

I've got a little black with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a in
When I'm a dog
They sometimes me the bone in

I got elastic bands keepin' my on
Got those hand blues
I got thirteen channels of on the TV to choose from
I've got electric

And got second sight
I got amazing of observation
And is how I know, when I try to get through
On the telephone to you, there'll be home

I've got the obligatory Hendrix and the inevitable pinhole burns
Now all down the front of my favorite shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers, I've got a spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal

I've got wild staring
And I've got a strong urge to fly, but I got to fly to
Ooh, babe when I pick up the phone there is nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohills and I got fading roots