Luyện nghe bài hát Flickering Flame

When my neurons to direct my thoughts
Away from and competitive sports
Back to the where 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 Cardinal's
And the fiddlers
And the plan what would be
On a back in a court room
Sat Molly and Leopold Bloom
the police came down with a new broom
And them clean

Like
Like the Eskimo
the Blackfoot
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
When the coloured girls
I my heart boom
When a new song hits the right
When a sky saves an old boat
an insight 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 range
I'll feel the heat of a flame

On an African Plain by a thorn
My old Philippe is waiting for me
Que cera,
What ever be will be
When a 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 curtain pulls back to reveal
The place where the side meets the angel in me
The in me

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