Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket

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

Here pockets
The children of what they may contain
The linen may changed, the contents same
A trouser treasure island no name

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

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

Here the pocket
Reduced through to just a crawl
History turns the into the small
But natural trawlers love to trawl

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

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