Luyện nghe bài hát The Day I Get Home

When young man comes rolling home
The lamp move and in the road
I sing and in falling rain
It's good to be back again

The roads of air that map the
Take me away to new
I'm lucky I can get
I'm taking off and down

When I get home its much the
The tax return again
The is on it isn't good
I see the but not the wood

The stretches out as far as I can see
And I eat the ahead of me
It's experience as the unfold
But there's nothing like the day, I get home

this young man comes rolling home
The on toast is in the grill
Memories are filed
I and go, it's fun that way

The roads of air that map the
Go East and and North and South
I like to and see the sights
I stay up late and hit the

When I return things haven't
have I, I like to think
The an oyster on a plate
I get around and get up