Luyện nghe bài hát East West

East west, over the
Perpetual motion, traveling
No rest and playing
Night out and day in doing the

What a great life this seem

Swelled joints, every classy
Nothing is tacky, the best
girls, older and dying
Sighing and crying, 'This is

a great life this must seem

But when I hear voice singing out
The bells of home are out
And I all alone
(And I of my home)

Cold a wind through the houses
The bleakness a longing to leave
Time flew, I to see you
Somehow I could not do because of

a strange life this can be

But I hear your voice singing out
The bells of home are out
And I feel all
(And I of my home)