Luyện nghe bài hát A Million Miles Away

(B. Walkenhorst)
There was a man named Jim who walked everywhere he
he could 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 backtrack for a
But he knew it the sun was sinking
And the in the dark
Well, it could have been New Zealand or New or New Mexico
So else is new, Jim was thinking
Because see for a while now Jim felt like things were for him
Like the skin of the was stretching or the continents were adrift
Jim didn't if it was so or if it was just him although
He suspected that it was a bit of he was dealing with
And I feel I'm tripping
And I my steps slipping today
Feel the winds of time my coat around my legs
And I feel about a miles away
Dawn broke, Jim awoke, he'd sleeping on his feet
It was morning now but a densely day
Jim decided he'd just sit and for the fog to lift
But when it didn't he started up again
Man, this is like the blind the blind, Jim thought
About that time down the road came this dog
It was well-fed and had a but no matter how loud Jim hollered
There any answer, so he walked on through the fog
Alright, I'm lost, Jim said although a bit begrudgingly
Like things might change in light of this
He was both amazed and that at this late date and hour
He find himself in this situation

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