Luyện nghe bài hát Brave Faces

I've faces in the window
I've faces in the street
They walk and talk of
I've many restless summers

The sand I imagine
A without a postcard
people were so beautiful
But straight and the way

Good luck the beatnik
The talk of
The sentences of
Are the of childhood

all talking shit to me
Out-talked by the mass media to pay the bills it
And the lies we eat for
faces face the boardroom

The oak stained walls silent
leave lined with defeat
And got those tears in their eyes
Well, it makes no to me

Why they understand? We're so ordinary too
I saw the exits now
Pain and passion's my of view
Well nothing like the truth

I've seen men that have been out
out by grim assassins
They fell hard on instant
And I'm never there

Well, the place I see so better
'Cos it makes no to me
I saw the closing now
Burning mountains, paper
Burning all and later