Luyện nghe bài hát White Picket Fence

I ought to a girl named Jane,
stop my running around.
Have a couple of kids and a couple of
and live on the far of town.
Well I bet that life be simple,
at not so damned intense.
If they us alone we would mostly stay home
in the with the white picket fence.

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

Now the kids would grow off to college one day, study or dolphins or Freud...
but we'd pass the time the breeze through the wind chimes
and up the space in the void.
And we'd go to on Sundays,
leaving nothing to chance.
And Jane turn grey, but I'd love her that way
in the with the white picket fence.