Luyện nghe bài hát Folding the Pages

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

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

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

Fences work both ways. They some out,
and they keep some in. It's day
at this pace. It will change.
And I think I'm finally it.

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

In a hospital an old man looking
back on his life. And I why some
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 some help for us to understand.