Luyện nghe bài hát Flickering Flame

When my neurons conspire to my thoughts
from divorce and competitive sports
Back to the where all rivers run to the sea
Then I shall be
Yes I shall be

On a see-saw in a land
The jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's
And the fiddlers
And the plan what would be
On a back seat in a room
Sat Molly Malone and Bloom
Until the police came with a new broom
And swept clean

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

On the road in a bar room
A pick up band plays a new
When the girls sing
I feel my boom
When a new song the right note
When a clearing sky an old boat
an insight strikes the mote
From own eye

Geronimo
Like the Eskimo
Like the
And like the
Like Crazy
I'll be the last one to lay my gun

out of sight
Beyond the next
I'll the heat of a flickering flame

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

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

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