Luyện nghe bài hát Crystal

Avalanche overhead
Airplane overhead
man sits by the window
Sucked out of the first class

Images run by, miles an hour
But the time seems far
Folding clothes in a folding
Folding in a resume

to let off some pressure
Time to let off steam
All your notebooks get away
And you start your clean

Crystal lined up in a row
over by the G.I. Joes
Sugar in coffee doesn't taste quite right
Feeling the for a hundred thousand nights

civilization falls in its grave
Technology on the dirt
You the finest things in life
Are the ones can never be hurt

your brain in a million tiny pieces
The you hear aren't coming out right
You think it might be mystic, you think I might be
The crystal in your china is breaking in a million tiny pieces