Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Over from My Hotel Window

Age 39, looking over my hotel window,
Blue dots and red dots skating in the park.
I used to be there twenty ago,
Huffing a mug hot chocolate drink.

Age 39, looking from my hotel wind,
Wondering if one should off or go to sleep.
People you up is better than down,
But they never tell you is up and which is down.

Age 39, over from my hotel wind,
95 pound bundle but trouble when there's nowhere to leave.
People say stardust and are it,
But they never tell you it you just as sawdust do.

Age 39, pretty suicidal,
The weight gets when you've bled thirty years.
Show me your blood, john, and show you mine,
They say it's running even when asleep.

No trace of resentment, no of regrets,
One thinner but both look red and fresh.
If I ever die, go to my daughter
And her that she used to haunt me in my dreams.
(that's saying a lot for a neurotic me.)

Age 39, looking over from my window,
to tackle away with heart of clay.
The weight lighter when there's nowhere to turn,
little dandruff floating in the air.

Age 39, looking the world,
Age 39, over the world,
Age 39,...mm-mm...floating along.