Luyện nghe bài hát In A Market Dimly Lit

The bird that the Olive Leaf
Has been circling like a record the spindle of my mind
Where the needle's worn the grooves too
And scratched the wax that's blistered from the besides

So any movement in the room
If my cat by the arm skipped but to my surprise
My interrupting cat
A sound already so severely

The needle's the grooves too deep
The needle's the grooves too deep
The needle's worn the grooves too
The needle's worn the too deep

I'm a donkey's jaw on a desert
Beside the bush that saw
burned and yet was not consumed
She's the coin I lost
I'm the sheep who slipped
We pray with crossed
But you listen patiently

I wrote a little for you
With melody I'd borrowed put to words that rhyme
To repeat what you already
As the stones thrown at your window tapped in

You kept a out of fear you'd break
But what's good a single chime, hanging quite all alone?
The music our collisions would
Is a that turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home, into home

The music our collisions
The music our collisions
The music our make
The music our make

I had a spade but I'm not the fighting sort
If I was I'd have found that harlot's blade
And cut my own short
Then in a market dimly lit I casually to pay
You see my coins are
But you accept anyway

So spare me goodbyes
waving-handkerchief-good-byes
Given my tendency to err so on the side
I'll you my goodbyes
The belongs to God
The were mine