Luyện nghe bài hát Walking Shoes

I am a blurred out spot, on that photo on your wall
I'm of little significance, to anyone at all,
I'm a man with no roots, borrowed songs and busted boots,
Always but on the move, hey hey
I am a tourist in your sunny day, a babysitter,
When I see your dog smile, I cry a little
But it's just so much to touch, but enough to hold.
When you your life, through postcards and telephones,
Just like the wind blowing through, or that train choochoo,
We were with walking shoes, so I guess I'll be seeing you,
We were born with shoes,
God my soul as I take his name in vain,
We are to be travelers, in search of fame,
so when we hit the hollywood hills we're scream our names
Hoping one day it echo
We are the tourists in your sunny day, sweet and bitter,
And lifes just a work in progress, it us sigh a little
it's just so much to touch, but never enough to hold.
When we our lives, through postcards and telephones,
Just like the blowing through, or that train going choochoo,
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess be seeing you
So much to touch, but never enough to
When you live your life, through post and telephones
Just like the wind blowing through, or that going choochoo,
We were born walking shoes,
So much to touch, but never to hold
You can live your like Mr. Dylan's rolling stone,
He left the answers on the wind, and behind choochoo,
We were with walking shoes, so I guess we'll be seeing you
We were born with walking shoes, America be seeing you,
Only ever through, so I guess we'll be seeing you
We were born walking shoes