Luyện nghe bài hát Knife

Turn and the world turns on, we're riding out the dawn
All fixed up again like a thousand times before
Beneath the blessed sun and the day
And the years don't a thing - the rush remains the same
And I feel like a knife, these are calling
I feel a knife, sharpened like steel
Touched by the hand of the on these golden mornings
I feel like a for you

Stopped on the way down to the sea on the and lonely roads
The of summer nights and the warm fever of dreams
the falling stars, with the music loud
We're spinning round in the wild cascading lights
And I feel a knife . . .

days to remember where it was that we came from
What was it we wanted before all the changes
And the hardest part is choosing and all the doors closing
No back, no turning back

Well the years and the miles don't a thing
The blood remains the
It's a dream in a in a dream in a dream
With the darkness rushing by
And I feel a knife . . .