Luyện nghe bài hát Clocks

Old brown ticking on my shelf
Take my mind to else
Little gold ticking by my bed
Funny people dancing 'round my head

Morning brings me to do
brings me thoughts of you
Gentle sunshine through the curtain
Some of which shining on your sweet

Counting hours days
Watching time love away
Nothing never stays
That's what I heard the say, mmm

is always taking me
Places I want to be
But when the morning rise the
I know a bird day's soon

Counting hours making
Watching throwing love away
Nothing golden stays
That's I heard the poets say, mmm

Morning me things to do
Morning me thoughts of you
sunshine through the curtain lace
Some of which on your sweet face