Luyện nghe bài hát Folding the Pages

In the city the commute is a train
full of tired workers. stares,
discomfort, and caffeine them
awake. And it so sad to me.

But it's still. And I wish
them at this pace. It will never
change. And I think I'm over it.
These fall on deaf ears.

Everybody's looks different.
It shape but it never goes away.
In the suburbs are getting high today,
out of boredom. parents moved here
to feel safe, but don't match the scenery.

Fences both ways. They keep some out,
and they keep some in. another day
at pace. It will never change.
And I think I'm finally it.

These words on deaf ears.
hell looks different.
It changes shape, but it never away.
In a classroom a child with thoughts
of on his mind.

In a hospital an old man looking
back on his life. And I wonder why
see the beauty, while others see
the pain. Entertainment, politics, consumers,
cops, tricks...

Ugly, sad, or beautiful.
it so trivial.
We need time. We need some space.
We need help for us to understand.