Luyện nghe bài hát The Boy Come Home

While I go over it in my
I walk through those doors and stand 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 Ford of your old
Scratching arms like your skin is crawling
But up the best you can

Face pilot through your window
Them paupers they hell
It's strange to we could have been so
Brought up by
Run through the streets rivers raging
To seas of barren
And while every grain you apart stay
up the best you can

Unemployment lines stretched to the
And hotels
Where traded up to new
Puts justice in shells
Take one for the and that pretty lady
to cover up the smell
When you get back boy you're just
If you dare kiss and

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

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

Running out I see you
In that Ford of old man's
The boy home, yeah
The boy come home,