Luyện nghe bài hát Man of a Thousand Faces

The man of a thousand
Sits at the table
a small lump of sugar
And smiles at the moon like he her

And begins his ascension
Without steady instruction
To a place and no
Has found a path to our

His words are quiet stains
Are on a tablecloth in a river
that are trying to cover for each other
Or at least blend in with the

is better than perfect
Scrub your fingers are bleeding
And I'm crying for that
I tell others to do without

He to go to his favorite bookstores
And rip out his favorite
And stuff 'em into his breast
The to him was a stranger

Now he sits down at a right next to the window
And his quiet ascension
Without steady instruction
To a place and no
Has found a to our alikeness

And he eats a small lump of
And at the moon like he knows her