Luyện nghe bài hát Thin Wild Mercury

Poor Ochs, sad and low
Hands in his pockets, where to go
Watching tail lights leave him behind
Thrown for the for speaking his mind
Like a red-eyed photo a garbage can
At the corner of hero and ran
A heart skipped a fragile beat
It's warm in the limousine, cold on the of

Thin mercury
And gold
Where things will go way
Or won't
wind mercury
And lame
You what they say
Or you

It was all some new Dylan song
Phil had the nerve to say sounded wrong
Dylan stopped the car, words shook a fist
"Phil, you a writer, you're a journalist"
Death of a rebel, of fate
If he ever better, he thought too late
Poor Ochs, he slipped through the cracks
Judas electric and he never looked back on

Thin wild
And gold
Where things will go way
Or they
Thin mercury
And lame
You konw what say
Or you
No, you
No, you