Luyện nghe bài hát Analog Park

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

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

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

You see the sign, on the road
but I think you're

You are, you are the
of my

As I easily get inner with myself,
I notice distress for my throat.
It is to reach out.
To find something that there,

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

You are, you are the
of my