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