Luyện nghe bài hát Traces of the Western Slopes

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

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

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

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

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

I'm
I saw him
I saw him

I could them


I could hear

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

the thin thread 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 under the

Someone's to get back
But who's qualified to
The soul's 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
That keeps you strangled in the
follows my voice, can you se me?
Then my voice, see me?