Luyện nghe bài hát Folding the Pages

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

But honorable still. And I wish
them peace at this pace. It will
change. And I I'm finally over it.
These words on deaf ears.

Everybody's looks different.
It changes shape but it goes away.
In the suburbs are getting high today,
out of boredom. Their moved here
to feel safe, but don't match the scenery.

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

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

In a there's an old man looking
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 need space.
We need some for us to understand.