Luyện nghe bài hát Foreign and Akward

The people outside umbrellas and faces
that look like they're wondering "will i be soon?"
I wish I could them,
I I could feed them
a bit of meaning to make them feel useful here,
and I can't when I first started reading,
but I know that the words all foreign and awkward
and looking at letters is watching pixels,
its just what we do we fear the big picture,
its and awkward,
its and awkward,
oh my God its so foreign and awkward,
don't worry baby, change the channel
and no one will us here under this apathy,
and if the father we is all that we are
and hanging out down at the bar,
the that we love just bells on a post
and everyone's their own the most,
oh there will a reckoning,
of joy will sing,
and the open strings make that haunt you.
Carrie got out of touch,
got stuck mud right out of the puddle,
next there's a window washer,
tapping his toes to the sound of the of the feet of the folks who would never mind, their raving about the progress of the modern times,
American wash into the gutter,
by a rat whose pockets getting fatter,
on the mystery train we call life
there will be and there will be strife,
may we teach well before college
instead of just meaningless knowledge,
a scoured eye and a crooked tongue,
you watch us die,
you eat our young,
and bury us all in visions of glory
and consider the end of the story.