Luyện nghe bài hát Bridges, Squares

As i walked to square,
and the river basin there,
the was black, the sky was blue,
the view was old, the was new.
and past the flow's mouth,
commercial flowed mostly south,
or east across a sea,
where rising soon, the would be.
the are moved by sun and moon.
the will last from march to june.
the red line train will behind,
as long as bridge joins and sky.
and from that point i did stand,
i at the works of man.
i wondered how this began,
til red train came round again.
but not the time to ossify.
it's not the end of why.
it's not in faith or your apostasy.
not the end of history.
as i can take, so i give,
if i could shop i could live.
as i can read, so i'd books,
if i could eat i could cook
talkers have a place to meet,
where walk along the street,
and travel paths well hid,
but take you off the grid.
and not the time to ossify.
it's not the end of why.
it's not in faith or your apostasy.
not the end of... predicatble waves of historicity,
nostalgia for time i'll never see,
manifest, internationalists.
connected are the promenades and
the living waves of harbor nights and days.
and is the builder?
was something missed?
hidden in the to the bridge that started this?
but not the time to ossify.
not the end of wondering why.
it's not in your or your apostasy.
not the end of history.
as i on to founders' square,
and the river basin there,
the was grey, the sky was blue,
the bridge was old, the was new.
and from that point i did stand,
i wondered at the plan.
i how this walk will end.
til train came around again.
but not the time to ossify.
it's not the end of why.
it's not in faith or your apostasy.
not the end of history.