Luyện nghe bài hát Man of a Thousand Faces

The man of a faces
down at the table
Eats a small of sugar
And smiles at the like he knows her

And begins his quiet
Without anyone's steady
To a place and no
Has found a path to our

His words are quiet stains
Are on a washed in a river
Stains that are trying to for each other
Or at blend in with the pattern

Good is than perfect
till your fingers are bleeding
And I'm crying for that
I tell others to do crying

He used to go to his favorite
And rip out his pages
And stuff 'em his breast pockets
The to him was a stranger

Now he sits down at a table next to the window
And his quiet ascension
anyone's steady instruction
To a place and no
Has found a path to our

And he a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he her