Luyện nghe bài hát Crowded Solitude

One, two, three, four, five
A man for all
Wouldn't be inclined to want to
I'd love to this big bad town
The power and the glory grind
As we all fade
And I'd rather be alone in a

When my needs resurrection
And I fly the direction
You find me climbing
A mountain of
Take a on the lonely highway
Reconnect to my my way
as the man is on the moon
In my solitude

A, B, C, D, E everywhere
We at windmills in the
Self of the day
And all around the hordes
Of just too many
As the precious tick away
And I'd not live humbled or proud

When you find that I am
You will know that gone fishing
In an blue as a fountain
True
the crashing sounds of silence
On my knees I for guidance
for a quiet interlude
In this crowded

When they find that we've missing
They will know we've gone fishing
In an ocean blue as a
a multitude
Through the crashing sounds of
Fly a kite in the silence
Happy as the man is on the
In our

When our soul resurrection
And we fly the wrong
You will find us
A of gratitude
Through the crashing sounds of
On our we search for guidance
Looking for a quiet
In this solitude

In this crowded
In crowded solitude
In this crowded
In this crowded