Luyện nghe bài hát Traces of the Western Slopes

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

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

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

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

I to my angel so I could take you downtown
I'd lie to anybody there was nobody around
And I know 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 hear


I hear them

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
That my voice, can you se me?
Then follow my

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

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

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

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