Luyện nghe bài hát True Dreams Of Wichita

Signal got to the satellite
Got in the, ride up to the
Plunge
Man the ray of the electric light
Sends the through the air
Down to

And you can
On the arms of the Waynesburg
Cryin' hey man, "Well is Babylon"
And you can out on a bus
To the outside down to Louisiana
You can take her you

I've seen the of the real world
forward on the plain
I've seen the
Of your sweet little
never seen it, no
I'm half sick on the drinks you mixed, through

True of Wichita
True dreams of

Brooklyn like a sea in the asphalt
Push out air from a parking garage
Where you stand with the
And cool hat of silence
you grip her love like a driver's license

I've seen you up the gas in the engine valves
seen your hand turn saintly on the radio dial
I've seen the airwaves your eyes towards Heaven
Outside in the phone lines
Her good teeth smile was down

sputters ghosts out of gasoline fumes
They say, "You had it, but you it"
You didn't it, no
I'm drunk on babble you transmit
Through

dreams of Wichita
True dreams of

it
I got, uh, fed
I got, uh, too things on bounce, uh, my head
I got to 'em up
I got to 'em up now
I got to go uptown,

I got a
I got a little bit
Got to stand on the corner and for mush
I got a
I got a baby bomb
Got to stand on the corner and bellow for my tom

I got a thing, I got to it
I got to thing,
I got to run my
True
True

dreams of Wichita
True
dreams
True dreams of