Luyện nghe bài hát Midnight Traffic

A green light the expanding canvas of night,
My blanks on divinities of wrong and right,
The surge of the engine pulling me to somewhere,
Just as soon as you get use to being here heading there,
And the pull of dream,
And the push of 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.

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

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

And the of that song,
And the of this wrong,
Makes me feel my life,
Has been to long.

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

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

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

traffic,
Haunts the of my head.