Luyện nghe bài hát It Takes Time

No
To the division of the senses
No sound to
The of time
In the beginningest
of disorder
Where we are swept to encircle
in a low car
Racing silence
Trumpeting
You could kiss the

Standing outside the
In the
like a lost soul
From the of dreams
a handful of images
Faces of
of the moon
One little thing you get
the dimensions
Streets, memory
and lost
Like a in the sun

Sometimes you can't
Whether you're up
Or to sleep

Unnumbered
All the cannot be yours
All the sights, the of the eye
the divided soul remain the same?
No equation to
hand
Moved, by
Drawn by the whispering
Into the
Of our