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 can't from whiskey.
He'll just you on his back.

And then away go.
the crowd gathered below.
To the wheels.
Of your home.
And he'll you sleep.
Like a angel.

Stays the music.
Sometimes outside the law.
Always in the of justice.
believes in the lost cause.
Distract you a story.
tries to make you laugh.
He brings 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 this studio."

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

how to be selfless,
How to love wasn't there,
But never upon it.
Just 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 radio
Saying, "What's sound?
I'd to know,
And might sound strange,
But I just let it go."

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