Luyện nghe bài hát In A Market Dimly Lit

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

So from any in the room
If my cat walked by the arm skipped but to my
My cat improved
A sound so severely compromised

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

I'm a donkey's jaw on a desert
Beside the that Moses saw
burned and yet was not consumed
She's the silver coin I
I'm the sheep who away
We pray fingers crossed
But you patiently anyway

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

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

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

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

So me your goodbyes
Your
Given my tendency to err so on the side
I'll you my goodbyes
The truth to God
The mistakes were