Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket

Here comes
His hold a thousand deadly sins
The things we ever found in bins
He clutches them and at you and grins

Here comes
The children wary of what may contain
The linen may changed, the contents same
A treasure island with no name

And socially at the that the timetable forgot
Picking up tickets in a station of have nots
When you are on train of thought
You pass some pretty stops
you are on that train of thought
You some 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 comes the
Reduced history to just a crawl
turns the tall into the small
But born trawlers love to trawl

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

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