Luyện nghe bài hát Conversions

Kneeling at the hotel
a-sobbing on his knee
Twenty bright on his shoulder
from a wealthy Ceylonese
Hungry people on the corner
Other people 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
of us are trapped behind the wheel
Some of us break away, and build a marble yesterday
And live for every we can steal

Conversations,
Shouting out across an station

Now it's just another Tuesday
Billy's up tight against the chill
The busker his birds beneath the awning
Billy's got his eyes upon the
He get a ticket out of here from a local easy lawyer
The busker's halfway home, Billy's round the foyer
Love so dies when there's nothing left to conquer
One break is all he needs, and life ain't getting longer

Conversations,
Breakfast show to a nation