Luyện nghe bài hát Flickering Flame

When my conspire to direct my thoughts
from divorce and competitive sports
Back to the place where all 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 plan what be
On a seat in a court room
Sat Molly Malone and Leopold
the police came down with a new broom
And swept them

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

On the road in a bar room
A up band plays a new tune
When the girls sing
I feel my boom
When a new song 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
Like Crazy
I'll be the last one to lay my gun

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

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

In a pied-a-terre on the rue St
The red curtain pulls back to reveal
The place where the dark side meets the 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