Luyện nghe bài hát August & Everything After

They're wakin' up maria 'cause everybody has got someplace to go
She a little motion with her head. rolls over
And she's gonna sleep for a couple minutes more
I said I'm sorry to maria for all the cold things that I
done
I I'm sorry by now at least once to just about everyone
She says, forgotten what I'm supposed to do today
And it slips my mind 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 more than your heart will allow
In august and everything after, you get a little than you
expected
Well I stumbled into washington square just as the sun began to
And I walked across the 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 ain't no of elvis in san fransisco
It's just me, and I'm playing this rock and roll
She wants to be like me
And I want damn thing I can see.
You know one day daddy's little angel,
The next day everything he wanted you to be
They dress you up in satin
And they give you very own pair of wings
In and everything after, I'm after everything.
I lalalalalalalalalala
Well I got my
and I got my seven-million dollar
And I got the number of some girl in New York
always wide awake
so I never have to spend the night
I got this nasty little
of peekin down the of all the little girls
as they me by
And I wonder it all catches up to me
and I break down now
Did you I was gonna cry?
Well I already got my
So take your fuckin hands off of me
Well I hope you dont me to be crucified
The best they can do
is just hang me the nearest tree
Cause its midnight in San
and Im waiting here for Jesus on my
In August and everything
I want somebody else to for me
I lalalalalalalalala...
down from North Dakota
Cause I had confidence in the mind
And now everyone I know is showgirl
and dancing their shirt off
in Las Vegas hotel line
So Im going to New York
it got a little sleazy here for me
I'm find myself alone
You know I'm coming home
You make the changes the that you need
But I no longer how to pray
I live in dog town and its a parade
And I my spots over and over
but never seem to fade away
I am the last Indian
looking for the place where the roam
In August and after
man them buffalo aint comin home
In August and after
man them buffalo aint never home