Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Boy

A boy is weaving
A course of grace and
On a yellow
Thru sidewalk traffic
Just when I think foolish and childish
And I him to be manly
I my fool and my child
love and understanding
What a strange, boy
He still lives with his
Even the war and the
couldn't him to maturity
He keeps referring to school days
And to his child
and bullied
His crazy wisdom holding onto wild
He me to be patient
Well I
"Grow up!" I
And as, the smoke was he said
"Give me one good why!"
What a strange, boy
He sees the cars as of waves
of mass and space
He sees the damage in my
We got high on
And we got drunk on
And on love the poison and medicine of all
See how feeling comes and goes
Like the pull of on tides
Now I am rising
Now parched ribs of sand at his
a strange, strange boy
I gave him and jewelry
I gave him my warm
I gave him power me
A thousand eyes were staring
In a full of antique dolls
I found an old
And sweet chords up in waxed New England halls
While the boarders snoring
Under crisp white sheets of
We were newly lovers
We fire in the stiff-blue-haired-house-rules