Luyện nghe bài hát Ode To Thinking

Break the upon the willow,
no bird will want to sing
Cut the boats down in the boathouse,
we've never seen such strange old
the lost that no one's looking,
tell the found no one cares,
No one can find the answers,
we've seen such strange old days

So long to thinking, the will travel well,
we've a monster,
and it left me feeling
So to knowing, the past is buried still,
under a place in an empty wishing well

No coming for the helpless,
so come and quickly yourself,
Go and sell to Jesus,
God upon that sale
are whistling to the sirens,
they their hands to a defeat
I saw a headless crying,
we've never such strange old days