Luyện nghe bài hát Knife

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

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

These days to remember where it was we came from
was it that we wanted before 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 change a
The blood the same
It's a dream in a in a dream in a dream
the darkness rushing by again
And I feel like a . . .