Luyện nghe bài hát Traces of the Western Slopes

We go round
The far of the tracks
Lolita's playing dominoes and
Behind their shacks
Vacant-eyes, boys

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 and pale room I'd follow
Through the and the traces of
Treasure, I keep inside me
Madmen throw their

pretty boys
And the best ones
You pick up
As hand you, your directions
To the Western

I lied to my so I could take you downtown
I'd lie to there was nobody else around
And I know 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 hear them


I hear them

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

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

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

Someone's to get back
But who's qualified to
The soul's song?
From the grottos of her
And the clashing

E. A. Poe
And Johnson
If you in
calling from the Western Slope

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