Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Sean Foley

Fell from your haven.
To an cityscape.
Someone him for directions.
He always know the way.
you his raincoat.
Let you hide his hat.
If you walk from whiskey.
He'll throw you on his back.

And then you'll go.
Through the crowd below.
To the wheels.
Of your home.
And he'll you sleep.
a guardian angel.

Stays the music.
Sometimes steps the law.
in the name of justice.
Still in the lost cause.
you with a story.
Always tries to you laugh.
He people together.
Like Stein and Mama Cass.

And he says, "My are yours,
This town's full of doors
To the shows,
bungalows,
And the smokes,
In tiny studio."

Always a muse.
he goes.
Whether the blues.
Or abandoned showtune.

how to be selfless,
How to love what there,
But never dwell it.
embrace what's everywhere.
People in the subway.
Mc's in the park.
Heard a kid martha's vineyard,
Made him around his car.

And away he
To the local
Saying, "What's sound?
I'd to know,
And this might strange,
But I just let it go."

Guess every needs a saint.
Guess sinner needs a saint.
Guess sinner needs a saint.
Says is the same.