Luyện nghe bài hát In A Market Dimly Lit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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