Luyện nghe bài hát Experience week song

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

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

Here's my roommate, he sure looks weird
black hair and a big fuzzy beard
I met the rest of the after lunch
what a strange and 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
feeling lonely, to cry
feeling lonely, to cry

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

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

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

Thursday morning at a 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 time to go home
and into the big wide world I must roam
But I'll take it me every single thing
send it out with song I sing
send it out every song I sing

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