Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket

Here pockets
His trousers a thousand deadly sins
The maddest things we ever found in
He clutches and looks at you and grins

comes pockets
The children wary of what may contain
The may have changed, the contents same
A trouser treasure island with no

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

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

Here comes the
through history to just a crawl
History turns the tall into the
But natural born love to trawl

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

And he's on to hope
Like the oak to the gale
'Cause finding one love letter in a sky high jumble
Is one single reason, why the pocket not fail