Luyện nghe bài hát Analog Park

In the garden, in the park, on a bench, I sit.
A newspaper floats on the of this late summer.
It is my way,
I wait.

I see the sign, on the road
and I think it's

In the garden, of the park, on a bench, I watch.
The feet of the children.
Pearls of sweat run across their faces.

You see the sign, on the road
but I think crazy

You are, you are the
of my

As I get inner contact with myself,
I notice grabbing for my throat.
It is time to out.
To find that isn't there,

You see the signs, they're on the
but I think crazy

You are, you are the
of my