Luyện nghe bài hát Almost Medieval

There's something in your that makes me feel so old
In fact, I think I've died six hundred times
There's less of me now and more of me
I'm moving to the age of men

Jump off the tarmac, there's no stagecoach speed
Outside the hangs the man on the gibbet
lenses, grow to glasses
Small world, dimly seen cataracts

Your program,
So say

spread by word of mouth
Jump the escalator
Press the button on the
the dust on old stair carpets

Endless like waves of regret
Now it seems, I'm madder
Falling off this ladder
Soft lenses, to glasses

Small world, dimly seen through
on to the escalator
Press the button on the
Raise the on old stair carpets

Endless like waves of regret
Now it seems, I'm madder
Falling off rotting ladder
program, newspaper

So say
Rumor spread by word of
Jump the escalator
Press the button on the

Raise the on old stair carpets
Endless treads like waves of
Now it seems, I'm madder
Falling through this rotting

There's something in your soul that me feel so old
In fact, I think I've died about six hundred
There's of me now and more of me then
I'm back to the age of men

Jump off the tarmac, there's no speed limit
the office, hangs the man on the gibbet
Jump off the tarmac, there's no stagecoach limit
Outside the office, swings the man on the