Luyện nghe bài hát Rotterdam

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

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

Took a walk in Rotterdam, spoke and wheel.
And a few riders, agile or insane.
And the rest, victims of fashion, lord all to blame.
myself 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, rolling a stop.

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

Well i'll keep that mind a wandering, of on the rails.
Slow rolling days, pushing home.
Mile over miles gone in the of an eye...

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