Luyện nghe bài hát Traces of the Western Slopes

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

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

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

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

I lied to my angel so I could you downtown
I'd lie to there was nobody else around
And I what people say about 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 them

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

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

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

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

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

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