Luyện nghe bài hát Circle Wars

The sidewalk up weeds and cracks
A book, a and a penny and a dime
Oh, and looked behind him making sure the scene was empty
Breathed a of bewilderment noting that it was

Not that he expected to see Anita up
With a brown whip or a box of daffodils
Yeah, the night bruised his ears and forced him into alleys
Where the gravel crunch was under polished army heels
Under polished heels

The steps on St. Andrews seemed the bet
a little shut eye, Anita could sweat some
Bleed a inside or find him in the morning
Hunkered down like a with mustard on his chin

Oh, then the concrete froze his ass through the in his pants
Winter's not the best time to make a point
Carl caught the where the wind wouldn't get him
And he absentmindedly the ring 'round his finger with his thumb
Yeah, with his

screams like a baby in the backlot
Just as dreams kick in tight
The light keeps stuttering between the boughs of a maple
So many in a one man night

And he to see the fool behind the windshield
One hand on the steering another in the air
hard to catch the jet stream to make the flying easy
But only grabbing hunger for man's life
For man's life

And Anita makes the corner 'cross from Jones wrecking
She been walking half the and oh, her legs are tired
Why, she thinks, does Carl to take it so hard?
Is it me that him lose who he truly think he is?

He's the same man he's always been
And I love him like I did, like always
What on earth make him feel satisfied?
I love him like I did, like I always did
Like I did

She against the street light watching him sleep
Watching him turn and in a tide pool
And she walks across the steps of St. Andrews
And stands looking a minute or so longer

Yeah, she tugs on his sleeve, "Carl, please let's go"
But she stands, oh, doesn't say a
And they walk side by side, not nor explaining
Just walking home to face down the circle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the circle