Luyện nghe bài hát Headlights

Lit up a Christmas tree, the oil refinery glows in the night;
and down by the the seagulls fly white, against the black.
The great moon riding - rolling out across the veil of clouds,
and you were small, and lying awake to the noises in the house.
With the of them you ran, like all of us, in our season
Casting memory aside - your history, all
driven onwards through the years in love with distraction.
But all the while, the past is close
like headlights on tail, headlights on your tail.

Your pulse is beating faster now, like a bird flying hard against the
trying to understand all the compulsions that you feel.
And all the little jealousies and betrayals, they in the dark;
and somewhere back through it all, the key is turning in the lock.
Now the ghosts you have laid, they all come out to greet you;
the knowledge that you've gained - well, none of this you.
You've been so very far, still peace will not you,
for all the while the past is behind.
Like headlights on your tail, on your tail.