Luyện nghe bài hát Nostalgia Blues

See you haven't quit smoking
Is that all that you can think to say?
I remember your smudged with ashes and burns
When you stayed up all reading The Brothers K

I know nostalgia's a Southall
Saving nickels for a day far removed
Still I can't ever remember your tongue so tied
Or your hands shake so

Yes, everyone wants to believe their time was special,
See the dish run away the spoon
Then they down
settle in
And curse the night for givin' them all those sweet dreams
All those sweet dreams, they and sold
So ago

Coachie was to get out when he did
And hitch his pony to an star
You know, playing the Sydney Opera House tonight
Aren't still sleeping on strangers' wooden floors, yes

How'd you get iceberg way up on your shoulder, Jim?
Can't we force our old demons into a
No, I'm afraid what we did was secret
Don't act surprised it now to you

I guess everyone genius is in their blood
Or at least down the street a door or two

And then settle down
They in
They curse the night for punishing with those sweet dreams
All those sweet that exposed their soul
So ago

Bobby says the translator's nightmare is all the right words
But somehow still the whole story wrong
And all you guitar poets, well life's little butchers
Go ahead and put that one in your

got endless tales of love gone bad
I guess our Romeo is cursed
You poke nose in everyone's dirty clothes
So you can 'em into your light, loose verse

Well, my life isn't neat rhymes and
Cheap laughs and your talking
And I wish that for just one
You stand inside my shoes

You could down
You settle in
And you could the night for givin' you all those sweet dreams
All sweet dreams I watched corrode
So ago

Well, it's to get hung up
On all the things that you'll never
A pool, your mother's love, John Lennon's autograph

Some step into an ambulance
While others slip into a
I've the sky blooms Picassos, though
If you stop and give the clouds half a

But I won't go to funeral, Sue
But I've got a couch if you ever a place to crash

We could down
We could in
We could thank the for givin' us all those sweet dreams
All those sweet dreams, like pulled from stones
we filled our notebooks with grass, branch, and bone
Aw, here's to the sweet
That wouldn't us alone
So ago