Luyện nghe bài hát Knife

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

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

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

Well the years and the miles don't a thing
The remains the same
It's a dream in a in a dream in a dream
the darkness rushing by again
And I like a knife . . .