Luyện nghe bài hát The Boy Come Home

While I go it in my head
I walk through doors and stand there staring
There ain't one soul that's in dead
My hand stays out, I my head

And out I see you sitting
In that of your old man's
Scratching your like your skin is crawling
But up the best you can

Face first pilot through window
Them paupers they catch
It's strange to we could have been so
Brought up by
Run the streets like rivers raging
To of barren sand
And every grain tears you apart stay
Done up the you can

Unemployment lines stretched to the
And hotels
Where up to new distinctions
Puts justice in shells
Take one for the and that pretty lady
Used to cover up the
When you get back boy you're crazy
If you dare and tell

This aching ain't something I done
aching heart's been handed down
But I'm with it now
I'm with it now
I'm with it now

So I take this in my head
I walk through those and stand there staring
And my hand slips into my
And just freezes

out I see you sitting
In Ford of your old man's
The boy home, yeah
The boy home, yeah