Luyện nghe bài hát Crowded Solitude

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

When my soul resurrection
And I fly the direction
You will find me
A mountain of
a ride on the lonely highway
Reconnect to my my way
Happy as the man is on the
In my solitude

A, B, C, D, E everywhere
We at windmills in the
importance of the day
And all the crushing hordes
Of just too people
As the precious minutes away
And I'd rather not live or proud

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

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

When our soul needs
And we fly the direction
You find us climbing
A mountain of
the crashing sounds of silence
On our we search for guidance
for a quiet interlude
In this crowded

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