Luyện nghe bài hát Circus Type Thing

Full of stuff, just waiting for a sign.
Watching the I am watching... the flowers die.
The spider within on by string,
Still I'm all alone hearing circus type thing.
So ask what I think, I'll tell you I think that frightening.
All of places to dance and yet we are still.
A improbable force has come to enlighten,
But why we listen if there's nothing in it to kill?
Often I'm hearing questions my friend.
You're never hearing the sounds,
But for the voices.
These sweet voices, they follow me all the way down.
It seems we dream hard for peaches and cream and their sweetness.
If we are what we eat then why are we not ourselves?
And this Arcadian gateway once loved by Pandora?
Did she bring our demise or be true to the nature of
Often I'm by goat-footed friend
And I see him in you
as a song he campaigns for the end.
But a few were for the truth.
A few were for the truth.
I'm finding no comforting words from the priest, But I've found that each can sing.
If she'd survived beyond winter she seen the spring,
To see that we all make this type thing.