Luyện nghe bài hát Traces of the Western Slopes

We go round
The far side of the
Lolita's playing and poker
their daddy's shacks
Vacant-eyes, boys

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

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

pretty boys
And from the ones
You up connections
As they hand you, your
To the Western

I lied to my angel so I take you downtown
I'd lie to anybody there was nobody else
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 Johnny
If you in
They're calling from the Slope

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

Who raised banner?
That no one
The
the axis
Digging the current

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

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

the thin thread of light
That you strangled in the scenery
follows my voice, can you se me?
Then my voice, see me?