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 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.
It's the antithesis of the bliss of benign madness.
I'm acutely aware of and compulsively at the socially superior.
I the allure of fine cars and couture and a chic interior.
couldn't be drearier.

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

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

Somewhere at the of all of this, I see a sort of flower,
up its way through ice and rock with a stubborn power.
The silence of the darkness and the harshness of the cold have appalling.
But it will not stop trying to emerge, 'cause light and are calling.
rising even 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 another day, but it a kind of freedom.
'Cause when has failed, hey-- that's a kind of freedom.
Freedom, freedom, freedom.