Luyện nghe bài hát Awol

Stormy eyed on the edge of
Nose against the triple glaze
to ceiling, wall to wall
Silent traffic both ways

the fussy freeway drivers
Dream of Sunday
Of a sudden, seems I can
my self, no face to lose

Call the bosses, supervisors
be in today to work for you

E-mail that girl working nights
She can dress for this wind and rain
Leave her new Korean
Let some cabbie the strain

a shower, take big espresso
Take to the hills, and a view
Little black stretching over
crystal peaks soft valleys too

Call the bosses, for nurses
Unfit to work for you

No wet excuses, absent leave
I'll be her day shift driver, exotic

Stormy on the edge of night
December, eastern time late
Atlantic tight behind
Trump casino calls

burger, frazzled fries
End this interlude
Tomorrow morning's sweet
Could hardly to be as rude

Make the journey, make
Work hasty overtime in lieu

No wet excuses, absent without
I was her day shift driver, exotic