Luyện nghe bài hát Traces of the Western Slopes

We go round
The far of the tracks
Lolita's dominoes and poker
Behind their daddy's
Vacant-eyes, boys

On a pearl splashing
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 room I'd follow
the faces and the traces of
Treasure, I keep inside me
Madmen throw voices

pretty boys
And from the ones
You up connections
As they you, your directions
To the Slope

I lied to my angel so I could take you
I'd lie to anybody there was nobody 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 hear them


I could hear

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

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

Who raised this
no one hears
The
Beneath the
under the current

Someone's to get back
But qualified to retrieve
The enduring song?
the grottos of her eyes
And the clashing

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

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