Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket

Here comes
His trousers hold a deadly sins
The maddest we ever found in bins
He clutches and looks at you and grins

comes pockets
The children wary of what they may
The linen may have changed, the same
A treasure island with no name

And socially at the platform that the timetable
up used tickets in a station of have nots
When you are on train of thought
You pass some funky stops
When you are on that train of
You pass some pretty stops
the pocket, let him be
the pocket, let him be

Here comes
up the things we cannot see
A bicycle, a dame, a tree
of no value to you or me

Here the pocket
Reduced history to just a crawl
turns the tall into the small
But natural born love to trawl

And the guitar of his dreams hangs some wall
Or underneath the staircase in a hall
We can carry dreams but we can't hold all
That's why we learn the blues we actually fall
the pocket, let him be
the pocket, let him be

And he's clinging on to
Like the oak tree to the
'Cause finding one letter in a sky high jumble sale
Is one single reason, why the will not fail