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 upon of words, is our right to reply.
A question of priorities, in a role.
Memories surround of bitter times, so don't
Too much, as all lost,
When the worls says give up.
the dark wind wept streets, I see a glimmer of
Light, of hope, a of defiance.
I wonder, and I realise that some wait for miracles,
may help create them.
From a room that has no view, I gaze from the
I consider our purpose, the cold starsd down, and
a feeling 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
who, what, why where and when and if in fact
I'm still
In all those we've shared.
Of all the that we have been through.
I feel happiness, sadness, the places that we
Have been to push our views and home.
Of meeting who feel alone.
Of seeing anguished 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
Ocean? We turn and obsession,
A painful from tomorrow.
The seas a funny of blue now,
Do we in mistakes sorrow?
A remains silent, burnot 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 a future in the past?