Luyện nghe bài hát Shore To Shore

Shore to shore, got land between
Island life is living from a cup of broken
Hit the jackpot rolling through a dream in a knot
And I'm missing was pissing up the wall that I forgot
I forgot, I

I am the bus driver, me some grace
You've seen me and you don't know my face
She was no Katie Harrol it was cold, it was
And it only despite me or you
Me or you, me or you

Smoking paper to the crimson flashing
Drinking cocktail wine or cottage cream and passing cars
in one room housing with a roof to meet the sky
Spelling Jesus won't you please us you seem a damn nice guy
Damn nice guy, damn guy

We listened to passengers stamping old
And we lose what's to lose when you haven't done
Drums too slow for a funeral
No strumming of strings and no stamping of
Of feet, of

It's awfully considerate of you to of me
And it's not so hard to see you smoking fags and tea
It's the lost at seasick with a floating on the waves
To the other flotsam with the ripped up queens and knaves
and knaves, queens and knaves

There lies a lady, she's gone and she's
She'll be a fine before too long
But I hit her and she finished her walking
She be dead, she was too busy talking
Busy talking, busy

can fill a cup or two and still disturb the peace
It's never made it all the way from shore to shore, west to east
I read that independence was a lightness in your
You walked away, I felt so at the start of every day
Every day, day

I've waiting an hour and the bus hasn't come
been cursing my God for the lack of the sun
I've been by destiny, lowered by fate
And the upshot of is I'm going to be late
To be late, to be