Luyện nghe bài hát Playing With Electric Trains

When I was a mummy¹s boy
by I didn¹t like
I made a meal of trips to
upon my fathers
and I to sit between his legs,
on a piece of wood
and if it ever on us
I beneath his hood,
at home the was on
papered all those years,
the was such a simple place
with to my ears.

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

I met my at Sunday school
and on the field,
inside my bedroom there I
the future was
my stacked up in a pile,
from the chart
with pictures pinned up on the
I my beating heart,
and at home the was on
my feet 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.

Kneeling with my light
turning my
in my wet dreams
with my stuck in readers wife¹s,
hairs were proudly
counted everyday I
manhood me slowly
down and and down......

I chased the girls and them cry
my hair down my back
the of my teenage years
spent down in the sack
and I played guitar and a band,
I pewked up all night
as people to sit and stare
while I through my song,
at home was sadly nothing on
my had to end,
the of Music passed me by
just like the Dead.

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

Julie Andrews
to Gerry
climbing in that
I can touch my stupid
I chose the to here 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.