Luyện nghe bài hát Walt Whitman

Light it up like the at night
Old bones in the city
Old Whitman and borrowed alcohol

We fast shaking all the way
Like the waves in
I never know what to say at all

Caught in a
Dry as a
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

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

Worn it once and let it go
Or you may never it
End up too much and pop a pill

Loose like a
And here alone
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