Luyện nghe bài hát Inverigo

We are late like a train that's running nowhere
We are sticks, we are stones, we are bones, we are hot air
We are under the trying to fix our hair

computers clicking binary genius into the night
There are formulas, remedies, reasons, is hindsight
the smell of artillery, there's the sky alight

We are bedrock, we're underground, we are sharp as the
We are gathering pace, we are thunder in cellophane
We are running from the storms of our into more of the same

There's a motorway station on a January day
There's a lunchtime show, there's the shit that they play
There's the of buttons and keys in a cyber caf

We are some distant TV channel, a lesson old
We are rhythm and rhyme, in crime, we are fools gold
We are free as the through the trees or so we are told

There's some faded out paper and an old clarinet
is cash on the table, there's a tapestry alphabet
There's the and the tide and all the songs not written yet
There's the moon and the tide and all the songs not yet