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

Have some
Don't you know that is not a race
And we are not now.
So ask questions
Which truth is the truth with which I chose to define
And bare all my

These cobbled streets and stone walls contain us.

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

We can only be ignored for so

So let's get on that horse,
Take the road less travelled and get away from this town of creativity. Let's start afresh,
Leave the embers of this burnt out city to settle on the stunted seeds in 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 across fields, towns and cities.

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