Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Sean Foley

Fell from your haven.
To an cityscape.
asked him for directions.
He would know the way.
you his raincoat.
Let you hide his hat.
If you can't walk whiskey.
He'll throw you on his back.

And then away go.
the crowd gathered below.
To the wheels.
Of mobile home.
And watch you sleep.
Like a angel.

inside the music.
Sometimes steps the law.
in the name of justice.
Still believes in the cause.
Distract you a story.
Always to make you laugh.
He people together.
Like Gertrude and Mama Cass.

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

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

how to be selfless,
How to what wasn't there,
But dwell upon it.
Just what's everywhere.
People in the subway.
Mc's in the park.
Heard a kid martha's vineyard,
Made him turn his car.

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

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