Luyện nghe bài hát Traces of the Western Slopes

We go down
The far of the tracks
playing dominoes and poker
Behind their shacks
Vacant-eyes, glue-face

On a splashing glass
If give us any flack
If they up on our ass
just give 'em the go-by
The pass

me now
From the blue and pale room I'd
the faces and the traces of
Treasure, I hearing inside me
Madmen throw their

From boys
And the best ones
You pick up
As they hand you, directions
To the Slope

I lied to my angel so I could you downtown
I'd lie to anybody there was else around
And I what people say about me
But I lied to my and now he can't find me

I'm
I saw him
I saw him

I could them


I hear them

E. A. Poe
And Johnson
If you in
They're calling from the Slope

Who's the thin of light
That keeps you strangled in the
That my voice, can you se me?
follow my voice

Who raised this
That no one
The
the axis
Digging the current

trying to get back
But qualified to retrieve
The enduring song?
the grottos of her eyes
And the clashing

E. A. Poe
And Johnson
If you in
They're calling from the Slope

Who's the thin thread of
That you strangled in the scenery
That my voice, can you se me?
follow my voice, see me?