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 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;
too grim to contemplate.

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

I'd like to 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 fine cars and couture and a interior.
couldn't be drearier.

But It's all out of reach. Money away from me.
is all there is, and that's 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 find in my doubt.
would it be like, I wonder?
An end to me-ness-the absolution of every
No days gone dark with regret,
No nights 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 with a stubborn power.
The silence of the darkness and the harshness of the cold been appalling.
But it will not stop to emerge, 'cause light and life are calling.
rising even as it's falling.

It have a chance. The struggle is in vain.
But as hope has died away, it has found a 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.