Luyện nghe bài hát Experience week song

Saturday morning experience
I'm so I can hardly speak
Arrive at Cluny Hill past ten
almost turned and went again
yes, I almost and went home again

My focaliser me my room
felt she was consigning me to my doom
What am I here? What's going on?
who are these What are they on?
who are these What are they on?

comes my roommate, he sure looks weird
wild hair and a big fuzzy beard
I met the rest of the after lunch
what a and motley bunch
what a strange and motley

Come Sunday morning, I'm bad
the dancing but now I'm sad
Things feel don't know why
lonely, want to cry
feeling lonely, to cry

morning, learned everybody's names
we go down to the to play some games
Something happened I can describe
changed my feelings, changed my
my feelings, changed my life

Tuesday morning a Hoover in my hand
cleaning out the dining room, beginning to
in, tuning out
starting to see what is all about
starting to see Findhorn is all about

Wednesday morning in the winter
to Cullerne Gardens and everybody's feeling fine
This place as smooth as a dream
where eleven strangers become a
where eleven strangers just become a

Thursday morning at a quarter past
I'm wide-awake in the
Opening to the love and a light
God for steering me right
thanking God for steering me

So now it's Friday time to go home
and back into the big wide world I must
But take it with me every single thing
send it out with song I sing
send it out every song I sing

So the tale of my experience week
it was and it was unique
It made me and it opened my heart
this isn't the end -- it's the start!