Luyện nghe bài hát Rhododendron

On the hottest night of the
in a patch of rouge rhododendrons

A bottle of whisky my arm
Trying to count a sky full of
I dream of order, I dream of
Of in aquamarine

He said "Linus put that down
You've slammed your door too times"
He said "Linus put blanket down
The world wait"

Boy, what you gonna do with your

When I was your age, I was fleets
When I was your age, I was soaked in

And now you keep a job and you can't keep a wife
What a horrible mess you're gonna of your life
Watched way too many American
To be John Wayne, or James Dean

Waiting so long for wrists to get thick
Waiting so long for the next party
So many questions, so to say
You don't need weights

Boy, what you gonna do with life?

So you to be an artist, want to be a singer
Want to be remembered for what you create

So you want to be a cowboy, into the distance
Never have to listen or to anyone

So you want to be a boxer, surviving on instincts
Relying on your and the quickness of your wit

Are you bigger these buildings and the grey around you?
Is your pain worthy than everybody else?

Drunk in the rhododendrons