Luyện nghe bài hát Conversations

Kneeling at the hotel
a-sobbing on his knee
Twenty bright rozellas on his
Coin from a wealthy
Hungry people on the corner
people cruisin by in cars
Feeding on the fiction and the
at the tattoos and the scars

Conversations,
Icy and almighty patience

Well some of us are driven to
Some of us are behind the wheel
of us will break away, and build a marble yesterday
And live for every moment we can

Conversations,
Shouting out across an empty

Now its just another Tuesday
Billys up tight against the chill
The busker packs his birds beneath the
Billys got his eyes upon the
He could get a ticket out of from a local easy lawyer
The buskers halfway home, lounging round the foyer
Love so easily when theres nothing left to conquer
One small is all he needs, and life aint getting longer

Conversations,
show to a sleepy nation