Luyện nghe bài hát Captain Clock

He keeps on moving his
Gets you fussy, you rush
got no legs but he walks
He's got no mouth but
Tick tack, clack
He pulls a trigger, pulls it
My time, your time is under
We run on a track
A three-handed man
Who gives me a triple slap in my
of tension, a second of slack
He is so but hard to embrace
From the top of the world he you
No respect, don't regret, screwed
If is gold, we are broke for good
beggars, dance to this beatific flute
By towers
On a wrist resorting
There's no "retired"
For the soldier with the shoulder
Phlegmatic dilated
tick-tactics underrated
Time to eat, time to
Time to go back to your crib
Time to go to your soil crib
Oh what a miracle
dictator, massive superior
Like a toy that sits at the porch
This boy
Is a watchman on the life-time
the top of the world he shows you
No respect, don't regret, we're
If time is gold, we are broke for
Hopeless beggars, dance to beatific flute
Striking, beating,
Striking, beating, our lives away
The we struggle
The more we lose our precious
Hearts are to the rhythm of imminence
Should we never grab a tail of what we cannot
Our time is a snail, running faster than any wind, any wind can
Oh, yeah, yeah,
Oh, any can blow
Striking, beating, our lives away
Striking, beating, our lives away