Luyện nghe bài hát Twang '56

I was my father's son,
I was into his ache,
I was all alone,
a friend to make,
I remember how the music played as it was through my ford,
I remember how my soul was when his keys hit the chords,

If I be forgiven, for my casanova ways,
And the sounds of Spector closer as my baby sways,

But the gone, and I'm slipping away,
All these deadline stations make you without a song to sing,
I walk so tall, and I ain't so anymore,
So much a man I have to say,
Write these and turn the page,
it up

I these lines so many times,
About all regrets,
How you think of me, how would be
If only you forget,
If I could go back girl I I wouldn't change a thing,
And you can spend all hours all alone wishing on death thinking of me,

If I could be forgiven, for my ways,
And the sounds of moving closer as my baby sways,

But the radios gone, and I'm away,
All these deadline stations make you without a song to sing,
I so tall, and I ain't so young anymore,
So much a man I have to say,
Write words and turn the page,
it up..

Well the gone, and I'm slipping away,
All these stations make you blue without a song to sing,
I walk so tall, and I so young anymore,
So much like a man I to say,
Write words and turn the page,

it up,
Yeah it up,
Yeah, it up,

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