Luyện nghe bài hát A Question Of Priorities

The winds of change are now again,
I can sense it, I can feel it, Like a of fresh air.
Thousands thousands of words, is our right to reply.
A of priorities, in a universal role.
Memories surround of bitter times, so don't
Too much, as all lost,
When the worls finally says 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 create them.
From a room that has no view, I from the window
I consider our purpose, the cold look down, and
a feeling that someone, or something, is
Always looking, strange, 'cos it's, it's like,
Observation, the manipulation, those smiling
Images of love, A pattern of trust, a feeble
fleeing, responsibility and feelings, and I
Wonder who, what, why where and when and if in
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 to push our views and ideas home.
Of people who feel alone.
Of seeing anguished smile again,
An Well I hope.
As we swim 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 silent, burnot out skulls, blank expressions.
An image of convenience, in succession.
Blind in the kingdom, following those who
Followed last, who those,
Who followed them.
Is there a future in the