Luyện nghe bài hát Inverigo

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

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

We are bedrock, underground, we are sharp as the rain
We are gathering pace, we are wrapped in cellophane
We are from the storms of our youth into more of the same

There's a motorway service on a January day
There's a radio show, there's the shit that they play
There's the percussion of buttons and keys in a caf

We are distant TV channel, a lesson grown old
We are and rhyme, partners in crime, we are fools gold
We are free as the wind the trees or so we are told

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