Luyện nghe bài hát Nostalgia Blues

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

I nostalgia's a Southall waitress
Saving nickels for a rainy day far
Still I can't ever remember seeing tongue so tied
Or your shake so loose

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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