Luyện nghe bài hát Pocket

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

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

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

Here pockets
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
History turns the tall the small
But natural trawlers love to trawl

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

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