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

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

I'd to feel 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 and couture and a chic interior.
couldn't be drearier.

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

I could black-hole back in, or I could big-bang out.
I could lose so much I win; I could find in my doubt.
Free-ness-what would it be like, I
An end to me-ness-the absolution of blunder?
No days gone dark 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 ice and rock with a stubborn power.
The of the darkness and the harshness of the cold have been appalling.
But it will not stop trying to emerge, 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 died away, it has a kind of freedom.
It may not see another day, but it a kind of freedom.
'Cause when everything has failed, that's a kind of freedom.
Freedom, freedom, freedom.