Luyện nghe bài hát Peter The Dealer

We waiting for peter, the dealer,
He comes in the evening when fussing in bed.
He says, "good morning, your breakfast",
And us plates of stone.
Take a blood each from us to give to the poor.

We count the windows in the cities and tell other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of time.

Our are objects of constipation,
Our are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear
And it in the cupboard when you're out.

We were for peter, the wheeler,
He comes in the morning when we're asleep.
Gives us a trip that's hundred years in a day,
And a bone each from us to give to the dogs.

We count the wrinkles on the globe and tell other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of time.

Our minds are of constipation,
Our are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear
And leave it on the shelf you rap.

We were for peter, the blower,
He comes in when fixing snow on rock.
us orange juice laced with sunshine and spring,
And takes a heart each us to give to the world.

We count the that are lost and tell each other,
Yes, life is a lot of waiting time.

Our minds are of constipation,
Our are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear
Throw it in the ocean you go.

We waiting for peter, the weaver,
He comes in a when we're wide awake.
Says the world can't give us
'cause it's stuttering in mind.
Takes a head each off us to give us peace.

We count the lights in the universe and tell other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of time.