Luyện nghe bài hát In A Market Dimly Lit

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

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

The needle's worn the grooves too
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 dune
Beside the bush 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 listen patiently

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

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 sound turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home, into home

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

I had a spade but I'm not the fighting sort
If I was Samson I'd have found 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 them anyway

So spare me your
Your
Given my to err so on the sentimental side
spare you my goodbyes
The belongs to God
The were mine