Luyện nghe bài hát In A Market Dimly Lit

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

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

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

I'm a jaw on a desert dune
Beside the bush that saw
That and yet was not consumed
She's the silver I lost
I'm the sheep who slipped
We with fingers crossed
But you listen anyway

I a little song for you
With I'd borrowed put to words that didn't rhyme
To repeat what you knew
As the stones at your 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 would make
Is a that turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home, into home

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

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 me your goodbyes
waving-handkerchief-good-byes
Given my tendency to err so on the sentimental
spare you my goodbyes
The truth to God
The were mine