Luyện nghe bài hát Experience week song

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

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

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

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

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

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

morning in the winter sunshine
down to Cullerne Gardens and feeling fine
This wonderful place as smooth as a
where strangers become a team
where eleven strangers just a team

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

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

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