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 high and stare up at the sky than face up to my
too grim to contemplate.

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

I'd like to feel a sadness, but I feel a mean sadness.
It's the antithesis of the ignorant of benign madness.
I'm acutely aware of and compulsively stare at the superior.
I feel the of fine cars and couture and a chic interior.
Mine be drearier.

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

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

at the edge of all of this, I see a sort of flower,
Pushing up its way through ice and rock a stubborn power.
The silence of the and the harshness of the cold have been appalling.
But it not stop trying to emerge, 'cause light and life are calling.
It's rising as it's 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 day, but it knows a kind of freedom.
'Cause when everything has failed, hey-- that's a of freedom.
Freedom, freedom, freedom.