Luyện nghe bài hát Folding the Pages

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

But it's still. And I wish
them peace at this pace. It will
change. And I think I'm over it.
words 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. Their parents here
to safe, but they don't match the scenery.

Fences work both ways. They keep out,
and keep some in. It's another day
at this pace. It never change.
And I think I'm over it.

These fall on deaf ears.
Everybody's looks different.
It changes shape, but it goes away.
In a classroom a child with thoughts
of on his mind.

In a hospital there's an old man
on his life. And I wonder why some
people see the beauty, while see
the pain. Entertainment, politics, consumers,
cops, tricks...

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