Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Sean Foley

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

And then you'll go.
Through the gathered below.
To the wheels.
Of your home.
And watch you sleep.
Like a angel.

Stays the music.
Sometimes outside the law.
in the name of justice.
Still believes in the cause.
you with a story.
Always tries to you laugh.
He brings together.
Like Gertrude Stein and Cass.

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

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

how to be selfless,
How to what wasn't there,
But never upon it.
embrace what's everywhere.
People in the subway.
Mc's in the park.
Heard a kid from vineyard,
Made him around his car.

And away he
To the local
Saying, "What's that
I'd to know,
And this might strange,
But I can't let it go."

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