Luyện nghe bài hát In A Market Dimly Lit

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

So from any movement in the
If my cat walked by the arm but to my surprise
My interrupting cat
A sound already so compromised

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

I'm a donkey's jaw on a dune
the bush that Moses saw
That and yet was not consumed
She's the coin I lost
I'm the sheep who away
We pray with crossed
But you patiently anyway

I a little song for you
With melody I'd borrowed put to words didn't rhyme
To repeat you already knew
As the stones thrown at your window tapped in

You kept a distance out of fear break
But good a single wind chime, hanging quite all alone?
The music our collisions would
Is a sound that turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home, home

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

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

So me your goodbyes
Your
Given my tendency to err so on the sentimental
spare you my goodbyes
The truth to God
The mistakes mine