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, boys

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

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

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

I lied to my angel so I could take you
I'd lie to anybody was nobody else around
And I know people say about me
But I to my angel and now he can't find me

I'm
I saw him
I saw him

I hear them


I could hear

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

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

Who raised banner?
no one hears
The
Beneath the
Digging under the

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

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

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