Luyện nghe bài hát It Takes Time

No
To the division of the senses
No to reflect
The radiance of
In the dream
of disorder
Where we are swept to encircle
in a low car
Racing thru
bliss
You could kiss the

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

Sometimes you tell
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 to explain
hand
Moved, by
Drawn by the whispering
the mathematics
Of our