Luyện nghe bài hát The Ballad of Sean Foley

Fell down your haven.
To an cityscape.
asked him for directions.
He would know the way.
you his raincoat.
Let you hide his hat.
If you walk from whiskey.
just throw you on his back.

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

Stays the music.
Sometimes steps 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.
Just embrace everywhere.
People in the subway.
freestyle in the park.
Heard a kid martha's vineyard,
him turn around his car.

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

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