Luyện nghe bài hát It Takes Time

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

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

Sometimes you tell
you're waking up
Or going to

Unnumbered
All the games be yours
All the sights, the of the eye
Does the divided soul the same?
No equation to
hand
Moved, by
Drawn by the shadows
Into the
Of our