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 worn the grooves too
And scratched the wax that's blistered 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 already so severely

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

I'm a jaw on a desert dune
Beside the bush 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 wrote a song for you
With melody I'd put to words that didn't rhyme
To repeat what you already
As the stones thrown at window tapped in syncopation

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

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

I had a rusty spade but I'm not the sort
If I was Samson I'd have found 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 me your goodbyes
waving-handkerchief-good-byes
Given my tendency to err so on the sentimental
I'll you my goodbyes
The truth to God
The mistakes were