Luyện nghe bài hát Crowded Solitude

One, two, three, four, reasons
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 away
And I'd rather be alone in a

my soul needs resurrection
And I fly the direction
You will me climbing
A of gratitude
a ride on the lonely highway
Reconnect to my my way
as the man is on the moon
In my crowded

A, B, C, D, E goes
We tilt at in the
Self of the day
And all the crushing hordes
Of just too many
As the precious minutes tick
And I'd rather not humbled or proud

When you find I am missing
You will that I've gone fishing
In an ocean blue as a
True
Through the crashing sounds of
On my I search for guidance
Looking for a interlude
In crowded solitude

When they find we've gone missing
They know that we've gone fishing
In an ocean as a fountain
We're a
the crashing sounds of violence
Fly a kite in the silence
as the man is on the moon
In our

our soul needs resurrection
And we fly the wrong
You find us climbing
A of gratitude
Through the crashing sounds of
On our knees we for guidance
for a quiet interlude
In this solitude

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