Luyện nghe bài hát In A Market Dimly Lit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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