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.
upon 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 says up.
From the dark wept streets, I see a glimmer of
Light, of hope, a of defiance.
I wonder, and I realise that while some for miracles,
others may help them.
From a room that has no view, I from the window
I consider our purpose, the starsd look down, and
There's a feeling someone, or something, is
Always looking, strange, it's, it's like, careful
Observation, the sweetest manipulation, smiling
Images of love, A confused pattern of trust, a
Structure fleeing, and feelings, and I
who, what, why where and when and if in fact
I'm still
In all those we've shared.
Of all the things that we have through.
I happiness, sadness, remeber the places that we
Have been to push our and ideas home.
Of people who feel alone.
Of seeing anguished faces again,
An achievement? I hope.
As we from the shore,
I can the undercurrent.
I songs of hope and glory, but how deep is their
Ocean? We turn and obsession,
A reminder from tomorrow.
The seas a funny of blue now,
Do we drown in mistakes
A nation remains silent, out skulls, blank expressions.
An image of convenience, in succession.
Blind in the one-eyed kingdom, following who
Followed last, who those,
Who followed them.
Is there a in the past?