Luyện nghe bài hát Traces of the Western Slopes

We go down
The far side of the
Lolita's playing and poker
Behind their daddy's
Vacant-eyes, glue-face

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

me now
From the blue and pale I'd follow
Through the and the traces of
Treasure, I keep hearing me
Madmen throw their

From boys
And the best ones
You up connections
As hand you, your directions
To the Slope

I lied to my angel so I could take you
I'd lie to anybody was nobody else around
And I know what people say me
But I to my angel and now he can't find me

I'm
I saw him
I saw him

I hear them


I could hear

E. A. Poe
And Johnson
If you in
They're calling the Western 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 who's qualified to
The enduring song?
From the of her eyes
And the clashing

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

Who's the thread of light
keeps you strangled in the scenery
That my voice, can you se me?
Then my voice, see me?