Luyện nghe bài hát Walking Shoes

I am a blurred out background spot, on that photo on wall
I'm of little significance, to anyone at all,
I'm just a man with no roots, borrowed and busted boots,
broke but on the move, hey hey
I am a in your sunny day, like a babysitter,
When I see your dog smile, I cry a little
But just so much to touch, but never enough to hold.
When you your life, through postcards and telephones,
Just the wind blowing through, or that train going choochoo,
We were born with walking shoes, so I guess be seeing you,
We born with walking 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 hills we're gonna scream our names
one day it will 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 just so much to touch, but enough to hold.
When we our lives, 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
So much to touch, but never to hold
When you live your life, through post and telephones
Just the wind blowing through, or that train going choochoo,
We born with walking shoes,
So much to touch, but never to hold
You can live your like Mr. Dylan's rolling stone,
He left the on the wind, and behind that choochoo,
We were born walking shoes, so I guess we'll be seeing you
We were born with shoes, America will be seeing you,
Only ever passing through, so I we'll be seeing you
We were born walking shoes