Luyện nghe bài hát Inverigo

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

There's computers clicking genius into the night
There are formulas, remedies, reasons, is hindsight
There's the smell of artillery, 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 of our youth into more of the same

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

We are distant TV channel, a lesson grown 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

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