Luyện nghe bài hát My Dream

When I my home,
That I shall have day;
It'll be like I it
Oh - and I mean that in way.

I yet to see any
that cope with the style -
Of the that I dream of;
I'll build after a while.

The roof of it will have lines,
and contours that
and form eaves,
where the raindrops can drip.

... That sweet patter,
of raindrops at -
is such a beautiful
on a gloomy day.

You know, the wind is high,
And the storm race,
and I'll be up
by my fire-place.

Maybe feeding my dog,
or playing with my cat.
But yearning,
and wonderin' you're at.

But when the meadow is
by that old sinking
And the are bowing
for the dew to come;

At my old piano,
with pure keys,
just plunk out some vibrations
of I please.

Sometimes be classics,
lullabies;
But mostly n' roll
- that I'll improvise.

And my favourite guitar,
I'll be just away
and goodbye,
to another day.

A of my angel,
That I love of all -
I'll have painted a snapshot
my bedroom wall.

Where the warm rays,
and the moon's beam
Will her reflection,
as I lay and dream.

You know, I deny
- but it me so sad,
When I think that I've
All I could have had.

It was for her -
And I I, I know;
she measured my love -
and asked me to go.

Finally my house,
I have it complete.
And I'll up a smoke,
Sitting by the sill.

And I'll read my many
that I'll in my bachelors nest;
While the sun goes
- in the west.

And feel that gold,
light on my face;
And I'll start trippin'
to far off place.

That all of my travels,
I must have somewhere -
A place that I find
my someday.

And I'll leave all I have
to the gods, up
and go spend my life
for the angel, I love.

For all of my dreams,
would be but a
to the one
that I so dear.