Luyện nghe bài hát Traces of the Western Slopes

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

On a splashing glass
If they us any flack
If they 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 and the traces of
Treasure, I keep hearing me
Madmen throw voices

From pretty
And from the ones
You pick up
As they hand you, directions
To the Slope

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

I'm
I saw him
I saw him

I could them


I hear them

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

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

Who this banner?
no one hears
The
the axis
Digging the current

Someone's to get back
But who's qualified to
The soul's enduring
From the grottos of her
And the clashing

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

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