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 pulling me to 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 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 it is craving what it could be,
The way my drop dead thoughts try to force opinion on me,
The way this world gets inside you like that you weren't going to take,
The principle of pleasure is to glorify this ache,
And the of this trash,
And the stink of cash,
Makes me the stock market,
Of my soul is crash.

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

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

And the of that rain,
And the drug of pain,
me feel like,
A vital of the strain.

And the of this 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.