Luyện nghe bài hát Old Blue Chair

There's a rocking chair, sittin' in the sand
Weathered by the storms and oiled hands
It back and forth with the help of the winds
It seems to always be there an old trusted friend

read a lot of books, wrote a few songs
Looked at my life, where it's goin', where gone
I've seen the world through a bus
But nothing to the way that I see it
To the way I see it, to the way that I see it
When I sit in that old blue

From that chair caught a few fish and some rays
And I've watched sail in and out of Cinnamon Bay
I let go of a that took a piece of my heart
many times for forgiveness and a brand new start

I've read a lot of books, wrote a few
at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone
I've seen the through a bus windshield
But compares to the way that I see it
To the way that I see it, to the way I see it
I sit in that old blue chair

That was my bed one New Year's night
When I passed out from too much Malibu and
And I up to a hundred mosquito bites, I swear
Got 'em all sittin' right there in that old chair

There's a rocking chair, sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled