Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket

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

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

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

Here comes
Picking up the things we see
A bicycle, a dame, a Christmas
Things of no to you or me

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

And the of his dreams hangs upon some wall
Or laying the staircase in a hall
We can dreams but we can't 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
the oak tree to the gale
'Cause finding one love letter in a sky high sale
Is one single reason, why the pocket not fail