Luyện nghe bài hát Experience week song

Saturday morning week
I'm so nervous I can speak
at Cluny Hill half 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 people? What are on?

Here's comes my roommate, he sure weird
wild black and a big fuzzy beard
I met the rest of the group lunch
what a strange and bunch
a strange and motley bunch

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

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

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

Wednesday morning in the winter
down to Gardens and everybody's feeling fine
wonderful place as smooth as a dream
where eleven strangers become a
where eleven strangers become a team

Thursday at a quarter past three
I'm in the sanctuary
myself to the love and a light
thanking God for me right
God for steering me right

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

So that's the tale of my week
it was beautiful and it was
It made me friends and it opened my
this isn't the end -- just the start!