Luyện nghe bài hát Looking Over from My Hotel Window

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

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

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

Age 39, feeling suicidal,
The weight gets heavier when you've bled years.
Show me your blood, john, and I'll you mine,
They say it's even when you're asleep.

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

Age 39, looking over from my window,
Trying to tackle away heart of clay.
The weight gets lighter when 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.