Luyện nghe bài hát Flickering Flame

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

On a see-saw in a land
The jackdaw sat on the hand
And the fiddlers
And the planners plan would be
On a back seat in a court
Sat Malone and Leopold Bloom
Until the police came with a new broom
And swept them

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

On the open in a bar room
A pick up band a new tune
When the coloured girls
I my heart boom
When a new hits the right note
a clearing sky saves an old boat
When an strikes the mote
From own eye

Geronimo
Like Quinn the
Like the
And like the
Crazy Horse
I'll be the one to lay down my gun

out of sight
Beyond the range
feel the heat of a flickering flame

On an African Plain by a tree
My old friend is waiting for me
Que cera,
What ever will be be
a friend dies and the tears rise
From that deep well that runs dry
And the women break bracelets
And the men their whisky outside

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

When my synapses 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 shall be
I be free