Luyện nghe bài hát A Question Of Priorities

The winds of change are now again,
I can it, I can feel it, Like a breath of fresh air.
Thousands thousands of words, is our right to reply.
A question of priorities, in a role.
Memories surround of bitter times, so expect
Too much, as all lost,
When the worls finally give up.
From the dark wind streets, I see a glimmer of
Light, of hope, a of defiance.
I wonder, and I realise while some wait for miracles,
others may help them.
From a room has no view, I gaze from 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, those
Images of love, A pattern of trust, a feeble
fleeing, responsibility and feelings, and I
Wonder who, what, why and when and if in fact
I'm believing?
In all moments we've shared.
Of all the that we have been through.
I happiness, sadness, remeber the places that we
Have been to push our and ideas home.
Of people who feel alone.
Of anguished faces smile 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
We turn and face obsession,
A painful reminder tomorrow.
The seas a funny shade of now,
Do we drown in sorrow?
A nation remains silent, burnot out skulls, expressions.
An of convenience, in reality's succession.
Blind in the one-eyed kingdom, those who
last, who follow those,
Who before them.
Is a future in the past?