Luyện nghe bài hát A Portrait of the Autist

I'm awkward, can't talk to
I fall at the first hurdle, it hurts to get it
My wired a different way to everyone else
So i might strange, and be left on the shelf begging for help
Placed in a in which i'm desperate now
Ashamed of my when i'm meant be be proud
It'd be to fit in and blend with the crowd
Without a red face, a of dread; i'm trembling now
I like a certain way, a pre-determined order
And it disturbs my thoughts if the certain order's
Uncertainty unnerves me, close the over the windows
a curse, asperger syndrome

We to stick around
Be and proud
We to stick around
We to stick

I don't notice in open places
My phases out and goes to blazes.
And an overloaded brain is no way to be social and say to mates, is it?
It's made me feel alone for
i know there's no hope to change it
To most a face is an page -to me it's closed, the prose erased
And how am i supposed to
When taken a moment to show me the way? but it's ok
I still hope and pray the status quo can
And i still the skies waiting for blokes in capes
And fly when i know how i'm supposed to behave
So won't you take a to show me the way

We to stick around
Be and proud
We ought to stick
We to stick

assisted me in becoming a poet
Because i feel deeply but i just to show it
I care for those around me though i don't how i'm supposed to tell people
So i wrote it down, prepared my sound
Then shared my opus on ground
Those with this syndrome are endowed a determination to succeed
That the non-asperger often fails to achieve
And yet we go off the easily, but believe me
I've what we can be when we've got dreams to reach that no-one else can
And piece by piece the diagnosed'll find the folks to help
To aspire to the their sights are focused on
I know it's a long fight but the type to go the whole hog

We ought to around
Be and proud
We to stick around
We to stick