Luyện nghe bài hát Old White Lincoln

If I could write, I'd tell you how much I miss nights.
Where we dig around the bones, try to peace and patches for the holes.
I lit a on a parking meter.
boys told her how I was dying to meet her.
Like a prayer I said, on a man's knee.
You drove up a parade.

You and your high top sneakers and your tattoos.
Your old '55 that you drove the roof.
Of the sky, up above these stars.
you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms.

And I her sometimes.
Shaking like a on the corner of life.
But I it's alright.
The radio to a good friend of mine.
And I could feel it coming up as the nights warm.
Saw your summer dress on the back of the lawn.
Like a dream I remember from an time.
With the top down on a Saturday night.

You and your high top sneakers and sailor tattoos.
Your old '55 you drove through the roof.
Of the sky, up these indifferent stars.
you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms.
in my arms.

And I always dreamed of cars and movie screens.
to find someway to be redeemed.
Bring a dollar with you baby, in the cold ground.

You and your high top sneakers and your tattoos.
Your old '55 that you through the roof.
Of the sky, up above indifferent stars.
you just kept coming apart, straight in my arms.
You straight in my arms.