Luyện nghe bài hát A Million Miles Away

(B. Walkenhorst)
There was a man named Jim who walked everywhere he
Cause he could never quite to keep his mind on the road
One day it to Jim that he'd taken a wrong turn
Cause he was standing in a place he know
Jim spun on his heels thinking he's for a while
But he knew it the sun was sinking
And the landscape in the
Well, it could been New Zealand or New York or New Mexico
So else 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 if it was so or if it was just him although
He suspected it was a bit of both he was dealing with
And I like I'm tripping
And I my steps slipping today
Feel the winds of whipping my coat around my legs
And I feel a million miles away
Dawn broke, Jim awoke, he'd been on his feet
It was morning now but a densely day
Jim decided he'd just sit and for the fog to lift
But it didn't he started up again anyway
Man, this is like the leading the blind, Jim thought
About that time down the road 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 aloud although a bit begrudgingly
Like things might change in light of confession
He was both amazed and sour that at this late and hour
He might find himself in situation

After walking through the haze for night and another day
Jim seemed to cease to exist
All his panic, hope, and thoughts broke up into dots
As he gave himself away into the
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 standing in the
Saying up, suffering's got a job to do