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 my dog, or any dog, than go out on a date.
I'd rather get high and stare up at the sky than up to my fate;
It's too to contemplate.

all the doors are closed. The phone's not gonna ring.
Everything has failed, and that's a 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 stare at the socially superior.
I feel the allure of fine cars and and a chic interior.
Mine be drearier.

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

I could black-hole back in, or I big-bang back out.
I lose so much I win; I could find certainty in my doubt.
Free-ness-what it be like, I wonder?
An end to absolution of every blunder?
No days gone dark with regret,
No more nights ablaze with 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 with a power.
The silence of the darkness and the of the cold have been appalling.
But it will not stop trying to emerge, light and life are calling.
It's rising even as falling.

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