Luyện nghe bài hát Under The Volcano

Flew existence, just a sweet bird of youth.
Hugged my on the pavement,
Hid my on the roof.
Wrapped in a from the national health.
It isn't but then what is wealth?

My dad he me back in '56,
The moon got tilted and the was mixed.
My mother loved me, but she do much,
She her kids up in a rabbit hutch.
it feels all right,
Wish it good every night.

Chuck berry riffing drove me my teens,
The way I swaggered it was pure dean.
In indo things were getting hot,
I found the on a used car lot.

The sun murdered as we hold back the night,
The a river, but it feels alright.
Route signals flashing and the gone,
I'm southward to a maggie bell song.