Luyện nghe bài hát Flickering Flame

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

On a in a strange land
The jackdaw sat on the hand
And the fiddlers
And the planners what would be
On a back seat in a court
Sat Molly Malone and Leopold
Until the police came down a new broom
And swept them

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

On the open road in a bar
A pick up band plays a new
the coloured girls sing
I feel my boom
When a new song hits the right
When a sky saves an old boat
When an insight the mote
From own eye

Geronimo
Like the Eskimo
the Blackfoot
And like the
Like Horse
be the last 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 Philippe is waiting for me
Que cera,
What ever be will be
When a friend and the tears rise
From that deep that never runs dry
And the break their bracelets
And the men take whisky outside

In a pied-a-terre on the rue St
The red curtain pulls back to reveal
The where 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 on the love that is precious to me
I shall be free
I shall be