Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Shoes

Silver lady, in a haze,
what you are
The memory of claim to fame
Is to bitter stars.
It when people let you know
You're not a star
It's harder now yesterday,
As the lines to show.

Waiting, hotel lady,
To try and get wine,
for the elevator
To you to your blind.

shoes and see-through blues
Hit me between the eyes.

bars, straight-edge cars,
Are dreams come true.
Tomorrow shouldn't it,
But now it's showin' and through.