Luyện nghe bài hát Lost in Crowds

I get lost in crowds: if I can, I remain
to the mouths. I stay unapproachable.
I wear the of the urban chameleon.
by attention. And quietly addicted to innocence.

At parties where, amongst the rich and the famous
Im stuck for words: or worse, I blether the best of them.
I see their glaze and they look for the drinks tray.
in the drift of my conversation bothers them.

So, who am I? Come on: ask me, I you.
So, who am I? Come on: question me, if you to.
And why not try to interrogate apparition?
I melt away to get in this quaint condition.

In scary airports, in over-filled,
I am in serious observation.
As a passenger, I un-tethered when
I get lost in clouds: at with my own quiet company.

Herald Tribune or USA Today. Blanc or oaky Chardonnay.
for the movie. Awake for the dawn
dancing on and hedgerows
on a carpet of green. I descend and
forgive me I mean to get in crowds.