Luyện nghe bài hát Brian Eno

So tired, searching
I followed the to a cathedral
Imagine my to find that
They were by Brian Eno

the gates, quite stark
The roses trimmed and the windows
I see the through a limestone crack
Not red, not blue, not but black
And all the spaces for you
If the sky was synthesized you'd probably

He taught me things
The wisdom of oblique
The prophet of a soul
Presented through creative
And everything I say is
'Cause if I was telling lies it'd probably

I can tell he's kind of smiling
But what does he
We're always one step him
Brian Eno, Brian Eno

When I was stuck he'd make me elaborate curses
Tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the
My whole came unglued
When I tried to by ambient light

Dipping swords in metaphors,
But does he know?
We're always one step him
Brian Eno, Brian Eno

He promised pretty
And all the I could dream of
Peter, George St. John
Le Baptiste De La Eno

Well, all alone by the oldest
Where the shade grow
The creature by the
Feature with a ghostly

Yeah, he's making that time's preserved well
We reap we sow
always one step behind him
He's Eno

Yeah, I can tell that he's doing well,
But does he know?
I'm one step behind him
Brian Eno

Yeah, swords in metaphors, yeah
But does he know?
I can see you planting forests 'cause I know
Eno

I can tell that kind of smiling
But what does he
I will always be a step him
Brian Eno

Yeah, he's making sure that preserved well
We reap we sow
I'm one step behind him
'Cause I don't Brian Eno