Luyện nghe bài hát Traces of the Western Slopes

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

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

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

From boys
And the best ones
You up connections
As they hand you, directions
To the Western

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


I hear them

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

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

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

Someone's trying to get
But who's qualified to
The soul's song?
From the of her eyes
And the stars

E. A. Poe
And Johnny
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?
follow my voice, see me?