Luyện nghe bài hát Playing With Electric Trains

When I was a mummy¹s boy
by friends I like
I made a meal of to school
upon my fathers
and I to sit between his legs,
perched on a piece of
and if it rained on us
I slipped his hood,
at the radio was on
Œwall papered all years,
the world was such a place
music to my ears.

From Andrews
to Garcia
was all fun and games
I was out of my head,
and my bed
playing with trains.

I met my friends at Sunday
and on the field,
my bedroom there I found
the was concealed
my stacked up in a pile,
collected from the
with pinned up on the wall
I my beating heart,
and at home the was on
my stomped the floor,
a Fender willow bat
had left me more.

From Andrews
to Gerry
life was all fun and
I was out of my head,
and my bed
playing electric trains.

with my torch light
turning my
sleeping in my wet
with my eyeballs in readers wife¹s,
pubic hairs were
everyday I woke
manhood took me
and down and down......

I chased the and made them cry
my hair grew my back
the contents of my teenage
were down in the sack
and I played guitar and a band,
I up all night long
as came to sit and stare
while I through my song,
at home there was sadly on
my had to end,
the of Music passed me by
just like the Dead.

From Andrews
to Garcia
was all fun and games
I was out of my head,
and my bed
playing with trains.

From Andrews
to Garcia
climbing in photograph
I can touch my stupid
I chose the road to and now
and very special place
where all I am is all I
its a sober world I
so I can fix these tracks,
with electric trains.