Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket

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

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

And at the platform that the timetable forgot
Picking up used tickets in a station of have
you are on that train of thought
You pass pretty funky stops
When you are on that train of
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 tall into the
But natural born trawlers love to

And the guitar of his dreams upon some wall
Or laying the staircase in a hall
We can carry dreams but we hold them 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 sale
Is one single reason, why the will not fail