Luyện nghe bài hát Knife

Turn and the world turns on, riding out with 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, days are calling
I feel like a knife, sharpened like
Touched by the hand of the gods on golden mornings
I like a knife for you

Stopped on the way down to the sea on the and lonely roads
The scent of summer nights and the fever of dreams
Beneath the stars, with the music loud
dancing spinning round in the wild cascading lights
And I like a knife . . .

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

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