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 phone's not 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 aware of and compulsively stare at the socially superior.
I feel the allure of fine and couture and a chic interior.
Mine be drearier.

But all out of reach. Money runs away from me.
This is all there is, and 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 could lose so 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 ablaze with what I can't forget?

Somewhere at the edge of all of this, I see a of flower,
Pushing up its way through ice and with a stubborn power.
The silence of the and the harshness of the cold have been appalling.
But it will not stop trying to emerge, 'cause light and are calling.
It's rising even as falling.

It have a chance. The struggle is in vain.
But as has died away, it has found a kind of freedom.
It may not see another day, but it knows a of freedom.
'Cause when everything has failed, hey-- that's a of freedom.
Freedom, freedom, freedom.