Luyện nghe bài hát Silver Street

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

Now the neighborhood's mixed and your friends
Getting every year
The wind don't blow and the grass don't
You're never Silver Street

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

Now the seasons change and the storefronts
else stays the same
The wind don't blow and the grass don't
You're leaving Silver Street

But, now don't get me '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?"

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

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