Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Street

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

Now the neighborhood's mixed and your college
younger every year
The wind don't blow and the don't grow
never leaving Silver Street

You some brown wire-frames at a junk shop
That was your trademark at
Now barely hanging on and the styles are moving on
Hard for a man to cool

Now the change and the storefronts change
else stays the same
The wind blow and the grass don't grow
You're never Silver Street

But, now don't get me wrong 'cause I like neighborhood
Oh, and seeing you was
But now we the day so completely uninspired
Asking, "Why oh why I be tired?"

They're the potholes in on Silver Street
waking the neighbors up at noon
Now friends are out on break and
You're out on your brown raking the dirt with a broom

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