Luyện nghe bài hát Brave Faces

I've faces in the window
I've seen in the street
They walk and of nothing
known many restless summers

The dunes I imagine
A place without a
people were so beautiful
But straight and the way

Good luck the spirit
The talk of
The of cynics
Are the sentences of

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

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

Why don't they We're so ordinary too
I saw the closing now
Pain and passion's my of view
Well nothing like the truth

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

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