Luyện nghe bài hát Nostalgia (향수)

뭐 어쩔 수 없는 거지
현재란 말이 제일
뜬구름 잡니 마니 문제에선 포기가 정답이란 거지
그니까 please about the past ya
그니까 please talk the past ya

크게 건 없지 철창을 두고
안과 밖을 건 내 몫이니
바깥바람 좀 쐬는 게 치면
바꿀 수 건 내 시야의 폭이니
여길 밖이라
역으로 내게 바뀌라
난 명하지

누군간 탈출을 꿈꾼 또 누구는 순종을 택한 것도
어찌 보면 최악 속 최선을 거니까
그게 속이란 게 딱한 거지
뭐 딱 한 가지 향수가 된 거지
딱 한 가지 향수가 문제가 된

그래 문제가 됐지
지옥 같던 막상 지나가면
말로 탈바꿈
색만 잿빛 도는 돌고 도는 날들인데
미쳐 도는 건 내가 됐지
비상 대피로 같던 연남 철길이 건 나 필히

지금을 거지
삐진 친구의 툭 튀어나온
이제는 웃으며 쿨하게 넘길 것
아무리 후회밖에 더 남겠어
지친 와 불가피했던 피로
이제는 발 잘 수 있을 거 같은데
또 그래봐야 수 있는 건 내 빈 주먹밖에는 없겠어

난 무엇을 위해
대체 난 무엇을 행하는가
그게 위한 거라면 악을 행해도 괜찮은가
난 위해 행했던가
대체 난 무엇을 위해

불행이 내게 행복이 될 때
어찌 휑했던가

아 나 알겠지
똑같은 실수를 반복하는 이유
이제는 피부로 느껴지지 기억하는 모든 게
우리가 타협하는
한순간 그 이후 각색은
막무가내로 바뀌고
그 니가 일기 쓸 때
괜시리 이쁘게 적는 것과 거지
누가 지 자서전에 침을 싶겠냐고

그러니 거지
과오는 착각으로
뻔히 다 또 그리운 건 한계라고 부른다고
뻔히 다 알면서 또 그리우니 향수라고 부른다고
여기 불운하고
여린 감안하고도 용서가 안되니 갇혔지
그치만 그걸 무릅쓰고 아니
뭐 버틸 능력을 갖췄지
그걸 여기서 향수라고
우린 속았다고

mwo eojjeol su eopsneun yeogiseoneun
mari jeil muuimihani
tteungureum mani haneun munjeeseon pogiga jeongdabiran geoji
geunikka please about the past ya
geunikka please talk the past ya

keuge geon eopsji cheolchangeul dugo
angwa bakkeul jeonghaneun nae moksini
bakkatbaram jom ssoeneun ge chimyeon
bakkul su geon nae siyaui pogini
yeogil myeonghaji
yeogeuro bakkwira myeonghaji
nan bakkira

nugungan talchureul kkumkkun jeokdo tto nuguneun taekhan geosdo
eojji bomyeon choeak sok dahan geonikka
geuge choeak ge ttakhan geoji
mwo ttak han hyangsuga munjega doen geoji
han gaji hyangsuga munjega doen geoji

geurae hyangsuga munjega
jiok gatdeon gwageodo jinagamyeon
chueogiran mallo
saekman jaesbit doneun jangmyeonigo doneun naldeurinde
michyeo doneun jeongjak naega dwaessji
daepiro gatdeon yeonnam cheolgiri geuripdan geon na pilhi

jigeumeul gieokhalmanhan
ppijin tuk twieonaon ipdo
useumyeo kulhage neomgil geot gateunde
amuri haebwaya huhoebakke deo
jichin haru wa bulgapihaessdeon
bal ppeotgo jal su isseul geo gateunde
tto ppeodeul su issneun geon nae bin jumeokbakkeneun eopsgesseo

nan mueoseul haenghaneunga
nan mueoseul wihae haenghaneunga
geuge haengbogeul wihan ageul haenghaedo gwaenchanheunga
nan wihae haenghaessdeonga
daeche nan mueoseul wihae

nugungaui bulhaengi naege haengbogi ttae
geuri hwenghaessdeonga

a na algessji
ttokgateun silsureul banbokhaneun iyu
ijeneun neukkyeojiji gieokhaneun modeun ge illusion
tahyeophaneun iyu
hansungan geu ihu gaksaegeun
makmuganaero bakkwigo
geu gibuneun niga ilgi sseul
gwaensiri ippeuge geosgwa biseushan geoji
nuga ji jaseojeone chimeul baetgo

hyangsuraneun geoji
gwaoneun chakgageuro
da almyeonseo tto geuriun geon hangyerago bureundago
ppeonhi da almyeonseo tto igeol hyangsurago bureundago
yeogi burunhago
yeorin geoseul gamanhagodo andoeni gathyeossji
geuchiman geugeol mureupsseugo ani
mwo dahaenghido beotil neungryeogeul
geugeol yeogiseo bureundago
hyanggiropge sogassdago

ENGLISH
I can do about it
Here, the present is the most meaningless
it comes to catching a cloud, the answer is
So please talk the past ya
So please about the past ya

There's nothing too about these bars
whether to be inside or outside is up to me
If my was to breathe in the outside air
The only thing I can change is the size of my
I'm saying that this place is the
command me to change it to the opposite
I'm saying that this place is the

Some of escaping, some choose to obey
Maybe they're all just trying their best in the worst
It's perfect to say is the worst
Just one thing, the is the problem
one thing, the homesickness is the problem

Yea, the is the problem
Even if past was like hell
It turns a cherished memory
were ashen and gray days, turning and turning
But the only one who is going is me
Longing for the Yeonnam tracks that were like my emergency shelter
By all means, I'm just now
The pouting of my upset friends
Now I I can laugh it over and be cool
But no matter what, only regret
Tired days and exhaustion
Now I feel like I could stretch out my and sleep well
But the only I can stretch out now is my empty pocket

What I am this for?
What exactly am I doing for?
If it's for happiness, is it okay to do
What did I do for?
What did I do that for?

When someone else's unhappiness became my
I felt so

Now I
The reason everyone makes the same
Now I feel it with my skin, I everything, it's an illusion
The we compromise
In just one moment, color becomes free
Turning
It's when you write in your diary
You write things for no reason
Who would to spit on their own autobiography?
That's why they say
Covering mistakes with
Everyone knows obviously but they say your is your limit
Everyone knows but because they long, they call it nostalgia
Everyone is unlucky
They think it with those who are soft-hearted
But they can't forgive so they're trapped
Yes but they still
Thankfully they the power to endure
what they call nostalgia here
We've been scentfully