Luyện nghe bài hát Nostalgia Blues

See you still haven't quit
Is that really all that you can to say?
I remember your bedsheets smudged ashes and burns
When you up all night reading The Brothers K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, my life isn't neat and punchlines
Cheap laughs and talking blues
And I wish that for just one
You could stand my shoes

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

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

Some people into an ambulance
While others slip a trance
I've heard the sky Picassos, though
If you stop and the clouds half a chance

But I go to your funeral, Sue
But I've got a if you ever need a place to crash

We could down
We could in
We could thank the night for us all those sweet dreams
All those dreams, like swords pulled from stones
While we filled our notebooks with grass, branch, and
Aw, here's to the dreams
That leave us alone
So ago