Luyện nghe bài hát Old Blue Chair (Acoustic)

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

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

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

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

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

There's a blue rocking chair, sitting in the
by the storms and well oiled hands