Luyện nghe bài hát Conversations

Kneeling at the reception
Violin a-sobbing on his
Twenty rozellas on his shoulder
Coin from a wealthy
Hungry hangin on the corner
Other cruisin by in cars
Feeding on the fiction and the
at the tattoos and the scars

Conversations,
Icy nights and patience

Well some of us are to ambition
Some of us are trapped the wheel
Some of us will break away, and a marble yesterday
And live for moment we can steal

Conversations,
Shouting out across an empty

Now its another Tuesday morning
Billys wrapped up against the chill
The busker his birds beneath the awning
Billys got his upon the till
He could get a ticket out of here from a local easy
The buskers halfway home, Billys lounging the foyer
Love so easily dies when theres nothing to conquer
One small is all he needs, and life aint getting longer

Conversations,
Breakfast to a sleepy nation