Luyện nghe bài hát A Million Miles Away

(B. Walkenhorst)
There was a man named Jim who walked he went
Cause he never quite seem to keep his mind on the road
One day it occurred to Jim that he'd a wrong turn
Cause he was standing in a place he know
Jim spun on his heels thinking he's for a while
But before he it the sun was sinking
And the landscape in the
Well, it could been New Zealand or New York or New Mexico
So what is new, Jim was thinking
Because see for a while now Jim felt like were changing for him
Like the skin of the was stretching or the continents were adrift
Jim didn't know if it was so or if it was just him
He suspected that it was a bit of both he was with
And I feel I'm tripping
And I my steps slipping today
the winds of time whipping my coat around my legs
And I feel about a miles away
Dawn broke, Jim awoke, he'd been on his feet
It was morning now but a densely day
Jim he'd just sit and wait for the fog to lift
But when it didn't he up again anyway
Man, is like the blind leading the blind, Jim thought
that time down the road came this seeing-eye dog
It was and had a collar but no matter how loud Jim hollered
There wasn't any answer, so he walked on the fog
Alright, I'm lost, Jim said aloud although a bit
Like things change in light of this confession
He was both amazed and sour that at this date and hour
He might find in this situation

After walking the haze for another night and another day
Jim seemed to cease to exist
All his panic, hope, and thoughts broke up into dots
As he gave himself into the mist
in town where Jim lived, sad to say he was never missed
And his was never spoken again, it's awful but true
Out my window at night I think I see Jim in the half-light
Saying up, suffering's got a job to do