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 high and stare up at the sky than 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 like to a kind sadness, but I feel a mean sadness.
It's the antithesis of the ignorant bliss of madness.
I'm aware of and compulsively stare at the socially superior.
I feel the allure of fine cars and 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 a kind of freedom.
Shadows gather 'round; people look the other way.
I am now invisible, and that's a of freedom.

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

It doesn't have a chance. The is in vain.
But as hope has died away, it has 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.