Luyện nghe bài hát Anything But Words

I believe someone
Can be brave on green Earth
But maybe I'm wrong. Mhm. I'm wrong
on

Turns dreams to
The king of principality upon me
The Holy shadows me
I write for fun, not for salary
Used to guns, now the truth is my calvary
But I got a closet full in case
The pulls some wicked bullshit
My logistic is logical, turn you back to
Miniscule follicles, then your brain to subatomic particles
I breathe you in, and you out
You [MCs?], you in the crease of doubt
That's why I swarm on your dorm
Make born from the hood to the cottage farm
London to Russia, to Prussia
The Holy of the East, the [young sheiks discuss?] us
Christ [crush her?], become along the usher
The righteous way of life, it be wise
For the man to trust us
On Bora we discuss the Torah
Then we travel these lands like old explorers

I believe someone
Can be brave on this Earth
But I'm wrong. Aim for the sun
Out in the rain
on the streets all day
Until my is over
We [fight blind the light of our lives?]
My patience is waning, the scales have
I read [?] of glory
And there's pyres of files of
Fleeting to the night sky

Sitting on the porch, a stoagie in the moonlight
Rocking back and in my chair contemplating life
Thinking where I wrong, where I went right
Was it a fast, or a long
From my everyday sensational
Every sense was stimulated, pain's
All due to the Father
The author, the architect
The one with no
We give man the wisdom to be a gardener,
Preach the warrior, king, or you be a scholar
Husband, wife, child, mother, brother, sister, or
All these things the consist of
Keep the planet floating [?] Atlantic oceans
[?] all Satanic notions
We so

I believe someone
Can be brave on green Earth
But I'm wrong. Aim for the sun
Out in the rain
I stay on the streets all day
Until my is over
over
Runneth
over
Runneth
over
Runneth
Runneth
over
Runneth
over
Now I see some way
To be as a seabird
And maybe I'm
for the sun
Out in the freezing
on the streets all day
my [?]