Luyện nghe bài hát Walt Whitman

Light it up the city at night
Old dark bones in the
Old Walt and borrowed alcohol

We drove shaking all the way
the waves in California
Sorry I never know to say at all

Caught in a
Dry as a
And I think that I can make it
On my own
On my own, my own
On my own, my own
On my own, my own

Burning love man it never
I but I couldn't make it
Yeah paperback lovers could never pay the bills

it once and then let it go
Or you may shake it
End up drinking too and pop a pill

like a feather
And left alone
And I don't that I can make it
On my own
On my own, my own
On my own, my own
On my own, my own