Luyện nghe bài hát A Bright Machine

Look at me, I'm a bright
at me, I'm old and green
at me, I'm 23
Standing on the
There's a different kind of now
That fills the right now
And a childhood that no longer needed me

And I hope that you feel the same
And Alleluia is her
Sunday morning will change for me
And I that you don't feel the same
And Alleluia is her
Sunday morning never change for me

at me, I'm a bright machine
Look at me, I'm old and
at me, I'm 53
Lying on the
There's a different of meaning now
That this room right now
Makes the a little longer
And the go on and on and on

And I hope that you don't the same
And Alleluia, it is her
Sunday morning never change for me
And I hope that you don't feel the
And Alleluia, it is her
Sunday will never change for me

at me, I'm a bright machine
Look at me, I'm old and
at me, I'm 103
And I'm in the ground
There's a kind of darkness now
That the sky at night
And I'll sit by the wayside
And let the take me home

And I hope that you don't feel the
Alleluia, it is her
Sunday morning will never for me
And I hope you don't feel the same
And Alleluia, it is her
Sunday morning will never for me

And a young man, he walking
From the hills of
And he settled on a highway
From Louisiana