Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Sean Foley

Fell down your haven.
To an cityscape.
asked him for directions.
He always know the way.
you his raincoat.
Let you under his hat.
If you can't walk whiskey.
He'll just you on his back.

And away you'll go.
Through the crowd below.
To the wheels.
Of mobile home.
And watch you sleep.
a guardian angel.

Stays the music.
steps outside the law.
Always in the of justice.
Still in the lost cause.
Distract you a story.
Always tries to 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 this studio."

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

how to be selfless,
How to what wasn't there,
But never upon it.
Just embrace everywhere.
busking in the subway.
Mc's in the park.
Heard a kid martha's vineyard,
Made him around 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 sinner a saint.
Guess every needs a saint.
Guess sinner needs a saint.
Says is the same.