Luyện nghe bài hát Midnight Traffic

A light against the expanding canvas of night,
My mind on divinities of wrong and right,
The surge of the engine me to some somewhere,
Just as soon as you get use to here your heading there,
And the of that dream,
And the of this steam,
Makes me like the loaded,
Sum of scheme.

Don't be from me,
Be a of me,
traffic,
Is just a on my pillow.

Just the nothing of what it is craving it could be,
The way my drop dead try to force their opinion on me,
The way this world gets inside you like that drink you weren't to take,
The principle of pleasure is to glorify this ache,
And the of this trash,
And the stink of cash,
Makes me feel the market,
Of my is gonna crash.

be apart from me,
Be a of me,
traffic,
Is the noise that fuels my silence.

And the sing of song,
And the right of wrong,
Makes me feel my life,
Has dying to long.

And the rule of rain,
And the drug of pain,
Make me like,
A part of the strain.

And the drop of pace,
And the wreck of race,
me feel like the times,
put in my place.

And the hell in flame,
And the in that game,
Makes me like a victim,
In a world no shame.

traffic,
Haunts the of my head.