Luyện nghe bài hát Flickering Flame

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

On a in a strange land
The jackdaw sat on the hand
And the played
And the planners what would be
On a back in a court room
Sat Molly Malone and Bloom
Until the came down with a new broom
And swept clean

Like
Like the Eskimo
Like the
And like the
Like Crazy
be the last one to lay down my gun

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

Like
Quinn the Eskimo
Like the
And the Arapaho
Like Horse
be the last one to lay down my gun

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

On an African Plain by a tree
My old Philippe is waiting for me
Que cera,
What ever will be be
a friend dies and the tears rise
From that deep that never runs dry
And the women break bracelets
And the men take their whisky

In a on the rue St Denis
The red velvet pulls back to reveal
The place where the dark side the angel in me
The in me

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