Luyện nghe bài hát At The Chime of a City Clock

A city freeze, get on knees
Pray for warmth and green
A city drought, down and out
See your trousers taper

Saddle up, kick feet
Ride the range of a street
Travel to a local
Turn around and come back

And at the chime of the clock
Put up your road block, hang on to crown
For a in a tin can
Is wealth to the city man who leaves his armor

indoors, beneath the floors
Talk neighbors only
The games you play, make say
either weird or lonely

A city star, shine too far
On of the way you are
And the beads your face
Make you sure to fit in place

And at the beat of the drum
See how your friends come in twos or or more
For the sound of a place is fine for a pretty face
Who knows a face is for

The city will soon fall down
Without a face to in
And he will lose if he won't
The one he may in

Sonny boy, with smokes for
to ground with a face so pale
And never heard the change
his hand and fell out of range

In the of a city square
Find out the face that's fair, keep it by side
When the of the city falls
You fly to the city walls, off with your bride

But at the chime of a clock
Put up your road block, hang on to crown
For a in a tin can
Is wealth to the man who leaves his armor down