Luyện nghe bài hát It Takes Time

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

Standing the courthouse
In the
Seemed like a soul
From the chapel of
With a handful of
Faces of
Phases of the
One little you get wrong
the dimensions
Streets, swept
and lost
Like a in the sun

you can't tell
Whether waking up
Or going to

Unnumbered
All the games cannot be
All the sights, the of the eye
Does the divided remain the same?
No to explain
Destiny's
Moved, by
by the whispering shadows
the mathematics
Of our