Luyện nghe bài hát Moonlight

Yawn awake, familiar
All hotel rooms are pretty the same
Although the number might change
a glimpse of everything within the lighter's flame

There's always a window and so changes the
Affording a clue to the answer that's
Where we might be and where we be going

There's no fixed address but the band, white as a
Catch a reflection, it's going
As we're in any direction
So press your head the window
Look at emptiness

a joke or take a piss
Take a picture at mile
Lock the door and the engine
it's gonna be a while

Tell a joke, take a
a picture at every mile
Start the van, the door
Quince, I think gonna be a while

The climates themselves
Undress themselves at the of the road
Commute at the union between and hope

[Incomprehensible] line, [Incomprehensible] on the land
Twist and turn, and tell a story like the palm of your
up and wonder, keep watching the skies
Pucker up and flounder in the of an eye

The climates flay
themselves at the side of the road
Commute at the union between and hope

Turn our into
our blindness into
Turn our questions into as obvious

our weakness into might, oh
Turn our into sight
Turn our into answers just as obvious
As moonlight in the darkest, night
As moonlight in the darkest, night