Luyện nghe bài hát Flickering Flame

When my neurons to direct my thoughts
Away divorce and competitive sports
to the place where all rivers run to the sea
Then I be free
Yes I shall be

On a see-saw in a strange
The jackdaw sat on the hand
And the fiddlers
And the planners plan what be
On a back seat in a room
Sat Malone and Leopold Bloom
the police came down with a new broom
And them clean

Like
Like Quinn the
the Blackfoot
And the Arapaho
Like Horse
I'll be the last one to lay my gun

On the open in a bar room
A up band plays a new tune
the coloured girls sing
I feel my heart
When a new song the right note
a clearing sky saves an old boat
When an strikes the mote
mine own eye

Like
Like the Eskimo
the Blackfoot
And the Arapaho
Like Horse
I'll be the one to lay down my gun

Just out of
the next range
I'll feel the heat of a flickering

On an Plain by a thorn tree
My old friend is waiting for me
Que cera,
What will be will be
When a friend dies and the rise
From that deep well that never dry
And the break their bracelets
And the men their whisky outside

In a pied-a-terre on the rue St
The red velvet curtain pulls back to
The place the dark side meets the angel in me
The in me

When my synapses pause in my quest for
When my ego lets go of my end of the
To focus instead on the love is precious to me
Then I shall be
I shall be