Luyện nghe bài hát Anyway

Empires in the distance
Violet crumble [Brian: it's a of chocolate bar] in my bowl
Conspiracy Theory, Timothy
None of this is good for my
Salamander
What if I sing Mario Lanza ?

in my own way
I don't make sense any
It's so hard to
One lucky
Cocaine and

Young Master had a closet in the forest
But where were the bears when he let his hair
Pieces of ice dragging the windscreen
Look out Wonderland bursting through the black screen

in my own way
I don't make any more
It's so to fake
One lucky
Cocaine and

(....inaudible mutterings...)

of consumers are lost in the rumours
Overhead the (.....) along their leathers
Fighting fires with the rabbis and the friars
The butcher, the baker, the maker

(...more mutterings...)

You that all of them are users
of them are takers
Making Sunday music with their tom-toms and shakers

in my own way
I make sense any more
It's so hard to
One break
and cake

(..........)

in my own way
I don't make any more