Luyện nghe bài hát Mizzy C

I keep my stories from my youth
I've told before
Conversations myself
become such a a bore
Struggling to the rhythm
In these of mine
I've living out of focus
Bearing of and lie

If I try to direction
I not find what I'm looking for
But this bitter
By now must run its course
Ooh

Now I've been the gift of persistence
But become a curse
backward
In the distance I a dirge
I can see a man
On his there's no trace of time
There's a and mad idea I must find

If I try to direction
I might not find I'm looking for
But this bitter
Well now it surely run its
Ooh

I wanna direction

If I try to direction
I might not find I'm looking for
But this bitter
By now it surely run its

So if I try to change
I might not find what I'm for
But this bitter
By now it run its course

Ooh, ooh, ooh