Luyện nghe bài hát Thirty

Thirty on a walnut,
limbs inside the eye,
Tiny mind inside the brain,
To see the sky.

Thirty birds upon a line,
Cherry on an old, bound Ford,
The hint of Deja vu on face,
And every crowd I to woo.

Ashes, ashes,
All down,
those moment,
Make song,
Dry on the ground.

Thirty odd years been drifting,
Is there somewhere we could
'Cause I'm as a kitten,
I'm dirty as a mitten in a street.

Thirty days walk my front door,
If I leave now it's thirty-one,
And the old man his arms,
Around my and says,
"Let me you, son."

Ashes, ashes,
All down,
Hear moments,
Make song,
They fall dry leaves,
On the ground.

The stars, they like to whisper,
been hoodwinked all along,
There is not a shred of meaning but,
Thirty on a walnut says you're wrong.
Thirty Buddha's says wrong.
I bet you a walnut say's wrong.