Luyện nghe bài hát Midnight Traffic

A green against the expanding canvas of night,
My mind blanks on divinities of 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 pull of dream,
And the of this steam,
Makes me feel 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 thoughts try to force opinion on me,
The way this gets inside you like that drink you weren't going to take,
The principle of this is to glorify this ache,
And the trial of trash,
And the stink of cash,
Makes me feel the market,
Of my soul is crash.

Don't be from me,
Be a of me,
traffic,
Is just the noise fuels my silence.

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

And the rule of rain,
And the of this pain,
me feel like,
A part of the strain.

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

And the in this flame,
And the guts in game,
Makes me feel a victim,
In a world no shame.

traffic,
Haunts the of my head.