Luyện nghe bài hát Folding the Pages

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

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

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

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

These fall on deaf ears.
hell looks different.
It shape, but it never goes away.
In a classroom there's a child thoughts
of on his mind.

In a there's 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.