Luyện nghe bài hát A Kind of Freedom

I I was up-crazy, but I'm down-crazy.
I'm and vainglorious and I'm bone-lazy.
I'd hang out with my dog, or any dog, than go out on a date.
I'd rather get and stare up at the sky than face up to my fate;
too grim to contemplate.

'Cause all the doors are closed. The not gonna ring.
Everything has failed, and that's a of freedom.

I'd to feel a kind sadness, but I feel a mean sadness.
the antithesis of the ignorant bliss of benign madness.
I'm acutely of and compulsively stare at the socially superior.
I feel the allure of cars and couture and a chic interior.
couldn't be drearier.

But It's all out of reach. Money runs away me.
This is all there is, and a kind of freedom.
Shadows gather 'round; other people look the way.
I am now invisible, and a kind of freedom.

I could black-hole back in, or I big-bang back out.
I could so much I win; I could find certainty in my doubt.
would it be like, I wonder?
An end to me-ness-the absolution of every
No more days dark with regret,
No more nights with what I can't forget?

Somewhere at the edge of all of this, I see a of flower,
Pushing up its way through ice and rock a stubborn power.
The silence of the darkness and the harshness of the have been appalling.
But it will not stop trying to emerge, 'cause light and are calling.
It's rising even as falling.

It doesn't a chance. The struggle is in vain.
But as has died away, it has found a kind of freedom.
It may not see another day, but it knows a of freedom.
'Cause when has failed, hey-- that's a kind of freedom.
Freedom, freedom, freedom.