Luyện nghe bài hát Nostalgia Blues

See you still quit smoking
Is really all that you can think to say?
I your bedsheets smudged with ashes and burns
When you stayed up all reading The Brothers K

I know a Southall waitress
nickels for a rainy day far removed
Still I can't remember seeing your tongue so tied
Or your hands so loose

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

Coachie was wise to get out he did
And his pony to an actual star
You know, he's playing the Opera House tonight
y'all still sleeping on strangers' wooden floors, yes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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