Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Street

Now the are ghosts over Silver Street
And you've got 'em up like clowns
Married slamming doors, bums are praising the Lord
And you're tapes for the town

Now the neighborhood's mixed and college friends
Getting younger every
The wind don't blow and the grass don't
never leaving Silver Street

You bought some brown wire-frames at a shop
That was your trademark at
Now they're hanging on and the styles are moving on
Hard for a man to stay

Now the seasons change and the storefronts
Everything else the same
The wind don't blow and the grass don't
You're never leaving Silver

But, now get me wrong 'cause I like this neighborhood
Oh, and you was good
But now we spent the day so completely
Asking, "Why oh why I be tired?"

filling the potholes in on Silver Street
You're waking the up at noon
Now you're friends are out on and
You're out on your lawn raking the dirt with a broom

Now the seasons and the storefronts change
Everything else the same
The wind blow and the grass don't grow
You're leaving Silver Street
Never leaving, never leaving, never leaving, leaving