Luyện nghe bài hát Old White Lincoln

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

You and your high top and your sailor 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 leaf on the of life.
But I heard alright.
The spoke to a good friend of mine.
And I could feel it coming up as the nights warm.
Saw your summer dress hanging on the of the lawn.
Like a dream I remember from an time.
With the top down on a Saturday night.

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

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

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