Luyện nghe bài hát Old Blue Chair

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

read a lot of books, wrote a few songs
Looked at my life, where goin', where it's gone
I've seen the through a bus windshield
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 chair

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

I've read a lot of books, wrote a few
Looked at my life, where it's goin', it's gone
seen the world through a bus windshield
But compares 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 chair

That chair was my bed one New night
I passed out from too much Malibu and Diet
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