Luyện nghe bài hát It's Not True Rufus, Don't Listen to the Hat

Have faith
you know that this is not a race
And we are not now.
So ask like
Which truth is the truth with which I to define myself
And all my insecurities?

These cobbled streets and walls can't contain us.

This knot in my
Is the of all I envy
And the to my redemption.
It reminds me that I am a mess of bone and
And a to my own ambitions.

We can only be for so long

So get back on that horse,
Take the road less travelled and get away from this town of claustraphobic creativity. Let's afresh,
Leave the embers of this out city to settle on the stunted seeds in which it has poured its misplaced trust.

Let's see from a different perspective the sun, the sky, the moon, the stars, the sea, sand, trees, clouds, train lines, road signs, motorways and slip roads, postcards, dreamy days, winters end and spring beginnings, window seats, cats' eyes caught in corner glances, late night adventures, firesides and the dirt grey contrast of the high rise with lights calling us home; an orange glow snaking its path green fields, towns and cities.

Drawing lines across maps to up new sights, sounds, and the infinite possibility of the horizon.