Luyện nghe bài hát Knife

Turn and the world turns on, we're riding out the dawn
All fixed up once 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 a knife, these days are calling
I like a knife, sharpened like steel
Touched by the hand of the gods on golden mornings
I feel like a for you

Stopped on the way down to the sea on the wide and roads
The scent of summer nights and the warm of dreams
Beneath the stars, with the music loud
We're dancing round in the wild cascading lights
And I feel like a . . .

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

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