Luyện nghe bài hát Rotterdam

Took a in Rotterdam, thinking about her train.
All along the banls of memory, holding away.
And on the end of every i could almost hear her sound.
Time by in ecstasy, walking next to walls.
And the color of the water, was the rails she was on.
And when the whistles blew far away, i she knew somehow.

For the train often rattles, the rails shaking ground.
I my eyes and almost hear her now.

a walk in Rotterdam, dodging spoke and wheel.
And a few riders, agile or insane.
And the rest, victims of fashion, we're all to blame.
Found a bar stool, and something on the rocks.
I was I could ride the sun, westward as it dropped.
And find her at the station, gracefully a stop.

For the train often rattles, from the shaking ground.
I close my eyes and see her bound.

Well keep that mind a wandering, of love on the rails.
Slow days, steel pushing home.
Mile miles gone in the blink of an eye...

For the train rattles, from the rails shaking ground.
I close my eyes and see her bound...