Luyện nghe bài hát A Question Of Priorities

The of change are now blowing again,
I can sense it, I can feel it, a breath of fresh air.
Thousands upon of words, is our right to reply.
A question of priorities, in a role.
Memories of bitter times, so don't expect
Too much, as all lost,
When the 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 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, it's, it's like, careful
Observation, the manipulation, those smiling
Images of love, A pattern of trust, a feeble
Structure fleeing, and feelings, and I
Wonder who, what, why and when and if in fact
I'm believing?
In all those moments shared.
Of all the that we have been through.
I feel happiness, sadness, remeber the that we
Have to push our views and ideas home.
Of meeting who feel alone.
Of anguished faces smile again,
An Well I hope.
As we from the shore,
I can the undercurrent.
I hear songs of hope and glory, but how deep is
We turn and face obsession,
A painful reminder tomorrow.
The seas a shade of blue now,
Do we drown in mistakes
A nation silent, burnot out skulls, blank expressions.
An of convenience, in reality's succession.
Blind in the kingdom, following those who
Followed last, who those,
Who followed them.
Is a future in the past?