Luyện nghe bài hát White Picket Fence

I ought to marry a named Jane,
my fool running around.
Have a couple of kids and a of guns
and live on the far of town.
Well I bet that could be simple,
at not so damned intense.
If they left us alone we mostly stay home
in the house with the white fence.

She'd make lemonade in the summertime and wave as I on the car.
I could teach her to strum Young'
on the strings of a neck guitar.
And I'd one eye on the bottom line
and one eye on events.
When I laid my head down I'd hear any sound
in the house with the Picket fence .

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