Luyện nghe bài hát Stories Of The Street

The stories of the street are
The voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping
the night and the poison gas
I lean from mu window
In old hotel I chose.
Yes, one on my suicide
And one on the rose.

I know heard it's over now
And war surely come,
The cities they are in half
And the men are gone.
But let me ask you one more
O of the dust,
These who are shrieking now
Do they for us?

And where do all these go
Now we are free?
Why are the marching still
That were coming to me?
O with your legs so fine
O at your wheel
You are into your suffering
And pleasures are the seal.

The age of is giving birth
But both the parents ask the
To tell fairy tales on both sides of the glass
Now the infant with his
is in like a kite
And one eye filled with
One eye filled night

O come with me my one
And we will that farm
And grow us grass and apples
To keep all the animals
And if by chance I at night
And I ask you who I am
O take me to the house
I will wait there the lamb.

With one on a hexagram
And one hand on a
I balance on a wishing
That all men the world
We are so between the stars
So large the sky
And lost the subway crowds
I try to your eye.