Luyện nghe bài hát A Question Of Priorities

The winds of change are now again,
I can sense it, I can feel it, a breath of fresh air.
Thousands upon thousands of words, is our to reply.
A question of priorities, in a role.
surround of bitter times, so don't expect
Too much, as all lost,
When the worls finally give up.
From the dark wept streets, I see a glimmer of
Light, of hope, a of defiance.
I wonder, and I realise that some wait for miracles,
others may create them.
From a room that has no view, I gaze from the
I consider our purpose, the starsd look down, and
There's a that someone, or something, is
Always looking, strange, 'cos it's, it's like,
Observation, the manipulation, those smiling
Images of love, A confused pattern of trust, a
fleeing, responsibility 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 have through.
I feel happiness, sadness, the places that we
been to push our views and ideas home.
Of meeting who feel alone.
Of seeing anguished faces again,
An Well I hope.
As we from the shore,
I can the undercurrent.
I hear of hope and glory, but how deep is their
Ocean? We turn and obsession,
A painful from tomorrow.
The a funny shade of blue now,
Do we in mistakes sorrow?
A remains silent, burnot out skulls, blank expressions.
An of convenience, in reality's succession.
Blind in the one-eyed kingdom, following who
Followed last, who those,
Who before them.
Is a future in the past?