Luyện nghe bài hát Flipside

London, summer 92 I think I've a lot since then, do you?
Ideas that I'd held for years, emotional baggage, and fears
somehow in a different light, not as wrong, but not as right as they
Seemed before was I then? Have I changed?
And will I again?

I'm thinking of a free-fall, a partial total memory recall like what of
The future, what of the past, of the present will last?
And say I did forget and revert to the old days, forget this
Am I better off or in reverse, untaught by experience and worse?

I a lot, I mean a little
I a lot, I mean a little

I'm like a coastline, a and spit Spurn Point and the rest of it
With the sea, the tide, the salt and foam, I'm the land
The shifting, drifting out and back, then breached, drowned
Defenses down, from this day on or maybe not
Maybe my gone

I mean a lot, I mean a
I mean a lot, I mean a

Am I the same person I seemed to be? all of this depress me?
I listen, I won't talk a weightless life, I moonwalk
I mean a lot, I mean a little I'm supple, brittle, pig in the
There's resilience inside my face, but sometimes deep space

I feel what I fear is always here my atmosphere
Pig in the

I mean a lot, I a little
I a lot, I mean a little