Luyện nghe bài hát A Question Of Priorities

The winds of are now blowing again,
I can sense it, I can feel it, Like a breath of air.
Thousands thousands of words, is our right to reply.
A of priorities, in a universal role.
Memories surround of bitter times, so don't
Too much, as all lost,
When the worls says give up.
From the dark wind streets, I see a glimmer of
Light, of hope, a of defiance.
I wonder, and I realise that some wait for miracles,
others may help them.
From a room that has no view, I gaze the window
I consider our purpose, the cold starsd down, and
There's a that someone, or something, is
Always looking, strange, 'cos it's, it's like,
Observation, the sweetest manipulation, smiling
Images of love, A confused pattern of trust, a
Structure fleeing, and feelings, and I
Wonder who, what, why where and when and if in
I'm still
In all moments we've shared.
Of all the things that we been through.
I feel happiness, sadness, remeber the places we
Have to push our views and ideas home.
Of people who feel alone.
Of seeing anguished smile again,
An achievement? I hope.
As we from the shore,
I can the undercurrent.
I hear songs of hope and glory, but how is their
We turn and face obsession,
A reminder from tomorrow.
The a funny shade of blue now,
Do we drown in sorrow?
A nation remains silent, out skulls, blank expressions.
An image of convenience, in succession.
Blind in the kingdom, following those who
last, who follow those,
Who followed them.
Is there a future in the