Luyện nghe bài hát Song For Kelly Huckaby

Photographs of the time you had
smudged by the speed
Leaving with our bags from Iron Street
As turned into California
And smoke trailed the butt of my cigarette
Our house it threw rocks at all those it pased

Waking up to the sound of 5 a.m. to take my at the wheel
Climbed up Shasta, oh how the ached
As the sun tortured
And old alleys turned deep at the of me
Murals of defacing the blank concrete

Vision tunneled, Mission Street, hunger
Lodged out as the wheezed
Still moving regardless of stable
And stable ground

of the best time you had
Windows smudged by the
home with our bags from Iron Street
As morning turned California