Luyện nghe bài hát Caravan

Allow me a to explain
While you were the ocean wasn't drained
But

It yawned and as it rose from its bed
It diluted and extended its head
And took form
At in part at first
But when it encountered the
It took a deep in, extended its arms,
and into the sky
It took over mountain and it rode on the wind
It traveled the but as the sun dimmed
It grew fat and as it cursed at the
It grew fat and it cursed at the

In a thunderous rage and a of bright lights
It spat and began to birth
The bloom is off the rose, at for me
for me
The bloom is off the rose, at for me
like me can bark, but the caravan moves on
Dogs like me can bark, but the just keeps on rolling on

When you awoke,
a new had formed
Through the night,
through the magnificent

It from the sky
to reform and
Its endeavor
in its worn

The Sun, the Moon, the Earth, and the
Tired metaphors played out before your
Sedation,

But to be and entertained
Without any source of gain
Seems to be what's in

Interpret the to mean
that you want it to be
I've heard these same words fall my own lips
It falls flat and I its value
It falls and I question its worth

In a rage
And a display of lights
It spat and to give birth
The bloom is off the rose, at for me
for me
The bloom is off the rose, at for me
like me can bark, but the caravan moves on
Dogs like me can bark, but the caravan just keeps on on

Better to a candle
curse at the darkness
Better to light a
to light a candle
than at the darkness
Better to light a

This is the confluence of and naivety
Swallowing a stream of lies and poetry

You don't to be the one to tell me
You have to be the one to let me down
You don't have to be the one to me
You have to be the one to let me down
You don't to be the one to tell me
You don't have to be the one to let me
You have to be the one to tell me
You don't have to be the one to let me

A way of saying nothing
But a narrative seems to allude to something
a purpose and a real direction
But they're just punched in a template
The mistakes we made before
I, for one, am tired
Of conceptions that bring nothing new from the
But if every story is the
Then the rose has truly its bloom
Can you it back to me?
I can't to this, I can't relate
Maybe it's preference, but I can't relate
I relate to this, I can't relate
Maybe your preference, but I can't relate.

"Where is the We're entertained.
Where is the problem? entertained."
My problem's the with every concept made
just tell me a story
What does it
"Where is the We're entertained.
Where is the We're entertained."
I want to feel more than just betrayed
You are the
I am the
Are you satisfied,
be satisfied, satisfied.