Luyện nghe bài hát Forgotten Fields

In the tree-lined cities in forgotten
Some are too pretty, some are born too real
Some to death-wish pity, the selfish steal
ground

So just hunch back to start to feel
As the rise of man his price to deal
look Ma, no hands on the steering wheel
Going
round...
Slows

Some are early blooms, some are made to
Some arrive too soon, some way too
Some think the can navigate
round...

Hey, you see
What be?
Can't you

It's you...
What's you
behind you...

Hey, you see
will be?
Can't you