Luyện nghe bài hát A Question Of Priorities

The of change are now blowing again,
I can sense it, I can it, Like a breath of fresh air.
Thousands upon thousands of words, is our to reply.
A question of priorities, in a role.
Memories surround of bitter times, so don't
Too much, as all lost,
the worls finally says give up.
From the dark wind wept streets, I see a of
Light, of hope, a of defiance.
I wonder, and I realise that while some for miracles,
others may create them.
From a that has no view, I gaze from the window
I consider our purpose, the starsd look down, and
There's a feeling someone, or something, is
Always looking, strange, 'cos it's, like, careful
Observation, the sweetest manipulation, smiling
of love, A confused pattern of trust, a feeble
Structure fleeing, and feelings, and I
Wonder who, what, why where and when and if in
I'm still
In all those moments shared.
Of all the things that we been through.
I feel happiness, sadness, the places that we
Have been to our views and ideas home.
Of meeting people who alone.
Of seeing anguished smile again,
An achievement? I hope.
As we swim the shore,
I can the undercurrent.
I hear songs of and glory, but how deep is their
We turn and face obsession,
A painful from tomorrow.
The seas a funny of blue now,
Do we in mistakes sorrow?
A nation remains silent, out skulls, blank expressions.
An image of convenience, in succession.
in the one-eyed kingdom, following those who
Followed last, who those,
Who before them.
Is there a in the past?