Luyện nghe bài hát August & Everything After

They're wakin' up maria 'cause everybody has got someplace to go
She makes a little with her head. rolls over
And says she's gonna sleep for a couple more
I said I'm sorry to maria for all the hearted things that I
done
I said I'm sorry by now at least once to just everyone
She says, forgotten what I'm supposed to do today
And it my mind what I'm supposed to say
I'm getting older and and older
And always a little out of the way
You look into her eyes and it's than your heart will allow
In and everything after, you get a little less than you
expected
Well I into washington square just as the sun began to rise
And I across the lawn to the cathedral
And lay down in the of st. Marys in the sky
I'm just one of these late children waiting for the king
But there no sign of elvis in san fransisco
just me, and I'm playing this rock and roll thing
She to be just like me
And I want every thing I can see.
You one day you're daddy's little angel,
The next day everything he wanted you to be
They dress you up in satin
And they give you your own pair of wings
In august and after, I'm after everything.
I said
Well I got my
and I got my dollar home
And I got the number of some girl in New York
whos wide awake
so I have to spend the night alone
I got this nasty habit
of peekin down the shirts of all the girls
as pass me by
And I wonder when it all up to me
and I finally break now
Did you think I was gonna
Well I got my disease
So your fuckin filthy hands off of me
Well I you dont expect me to be crucified
The that they can do
is just me from the nearest tree
Cause its midnight in San
and Im here for Jesus on my knees
In August and after
I want else to bleed for me
I lalalalalalalalala...
Came down from North
Cause I had confidence in the military
And now everyone I know is turning
and with their shirt off
in Las Vegas hotel line
So Im going to New York
Cause it got a little here for me
I'm find myself alone
You I'm never coming home
You make the changes the that you need
But I no know how to pray
I live in dog town and its a Dalmatian
And I change my over and over
but never seem to fade away
I am the last Indian
looking for the where the buffalo roam
In August and everything
man them aint never comin home
In and everything after
man them buffalo aint never comin