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

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

cobbled streets and stone walls can't contain us.

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

We can only be ignored for so

So let's get on that horse,
the road less travelled and get away from this town of claustraphobic creativity. Let's start 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 of the high rise with lights calling us home; an orange glow snaking its path across green fields, towns and cities.

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