Luyện nghe bài hát Flickering Flame

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

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

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

On the road in a bar room
A pick up band a new tune
When the coloured sing
I my heart boom
When a new song hits the right
a clearing sky saves an old boat
When an insight the mote
From own eye

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

out of sight
Beyond the range
I'll feel the heat of a flickering

On an African Plain by a tree
My old friend Philippe is for me
Que cera,
What ever be will be
When a dies and the tears rise
From deep well that never runs dry
And the break their bracelets
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 the angel in me
The in me

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