Luyện nghe bài hát White Picket Fence

I ought to marry a girl Jane,
my fool running around.
Have a couple of and a couple of guns
and on the far side of town.
I bet that life could be simple,
at least not so intense.
If they left us alone we would mostly home
in the with the white picket fence.

She'd make in the summertime and wave as I worked on the car.
I could teach her to strum 'Forever
on the strings of a neck guitar.
And I'd keep one eye on the line
and one eye on events.
When I my head down I'd hear any strange sound
in the house the white Picket fence .

Now the kids would grow off to one day, study H-bombs or dolphins or Freud...
but we'd pass the time with the through the wind chimes
and fill up the in the void.
And go to service on Sundays,
nothing eternal to chance.
And Jane turn grey, but I'd love her that way
in the house with the white fence.