Luyện nghe bài hát The cool, cool river

Moves like a through the traffic
Anger and no one can it
Shoves a little into the momentum
It's a little lump
But you it
In the creases and the
With a rattling deep
The cool, cool
Sweeps the wild, white

Yes Boss. The handshake
Yes Boss. The of language
Yes Boss. Mr. Stillwater,
The at the edge of the banquet
The cool, the cool
The cool, the cool

I believe in the
I may in my car
My tuned to
The of a star
Song dogs barking at the of dawn
pushes the edge of a thunderstorm
And these old hopes and
Still at my

and no one can heal it
Slides through the detector
Lives a mole in a motel
A slide in a projector
The cool, river
Sweeps the wild, white
The rage of love inward
To prayers of
And these are
The road across the wilderness
prayers are
These are the memory of God
The of God

And I believe in the
We suffer no more
Maybe not in my
But in yours I feel
Song dogs barking at the break of
Lightning the edges of a thunderstorm
And streets
Quiet as a sleeping
Send battered dreams to heaven, to heaven
For the mother's son
Who is a to, who is a warrior
Who his urge to break and run

Who Hard times?
I'm to them
The planet burns
I'm to that
My life's so it disappears
And even music
Cannot for tears