Luyện nghe bài hát How To Explain

When a becomes an altar
and what that must exist
it flies with from our lips
and steals a and blows it
out the mist
where stand on cliffs
and cobbled streets they and drift
and moods are and set but shift
this place where are low
and are big

We to sleep in day
and again the same day
we have learned to the time
and find the
that the clocks define
as I up from that stage
I felt the thing had been made
And how it
And how it

How to
Something makes me
and to the core
ah if it was raining
then inside be a storm
we've got a of hands for climbing
and a of knees to spring
and a pair of for strength

and a pair of lungs to
and simple chords
that say: music is the of us all

To write these is to be written
ah the chorus knows
what is in
and is more the thing that sings us
is the thing makes us roar
I felt that beast 'kisso my
we our hands
and them spread
was a trumpet and a call
a pack of screamed for more
music is the of us all
is the language of us all
music is the of us all
music is the of us all

I find it to speak emotional
cos things are the things that
be said
and it's struck it strikes
the from our heads
once I wrote to
to be for a night
and despite the unknown
happens
when the turns out the lights
we fade and yawn
to that's the language of us all