Luyện nghe bài hát Exiles

Now... in this faraway
Strange... the palms of my hands
Should be damp with
Spring... and the air's turning
City lights... and a of a child
Of the infantry
Friends... do they know I mean
Rain... and the gathering
Of an afternoon
But I had to go
My trail was laid too slow me
To the call of fame
Or make a drunkard's for me
now this better life
Has a different understanding
And through these days
Shall come a broader
And I count the hours
To be no injury...
My home... was a by the sand
Cliffs... and a band
an air of normality.