Luyện nghe bài hát Song For Kelly Huckaby

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

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

Vision tunneled, Street, hunger beat
out as the engine wheezed
Still moving of stable ground
And stable ground

Photographs of the best you had
Windows smudged by the
Leaving with our bags from Iron Street
As morning turned into