Luyện nghe bài hát A Kind of Freedom

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

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

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

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

I black-hole back in, or I could big-bang back out.
I lose 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 blunder?
No more days gone 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 ice and rock with a stubborn power.
The silence of the darkness and the of the cold have been appalling.
But it will not stop trying to emerge, 'cause and life are calling.
rising even as it's 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.