Luyện nghe bài hát Man of a Thousand Faces

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

And his quiet ascension
Without anyone's instruction
To a place and no
Has found a to our alikeness

His words are quiet like
Are on a washed in a river
Stains that are to cover for each other
Or at least blend in the pattern

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

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

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

And he eats a lump of sugar
And smiles at the like he knows her