Luyện nghe bài hát Peter The Dealer

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

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

Our minds are of constipation,
Our bodies are to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear
And leave it in the cupboard when out.

We were for peter, the wheeler,
He comes in the when we're fast 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 and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of time.

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

We were for peter, the blower,
He comes in when we're fixing on rock.
Gives us orange juice laced sunshine and spring,
And takes a each from us to give to the world.

We count the that are lost and tell each 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
Throw it in the when you go.

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

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