Luyện nghe bài hát Inverigo

We are late like a midnight train that's 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 binary genius into the
are formulas, remedies, reasons, there is hindsight
There's the smell of artillery, the sky alight

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

There's a motorway service on a January day
a lunchtime radio show, there's the shit that they play
There's the percussion of buttons and 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 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
the moon and the tide and all the songs not written yet
There's the moon and the tide and all the not written yet