Luyện nghe bài hát Traces of the Western Slopes

We go down
The far side of the
Lolita's playing and poker
Behind their shacks
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 pass

me now
From the blue and room I'd follow
the faces and the traces of
Treasure, I keep hearing me
Madmen their voices

From boys
And from the best
You pick up
As they you, your directions
To the Slope

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


I could them

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

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

Who this banner?
That no one
The
Beneath the
under 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 from the Western Slope

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