Luyện nghe bài hát Ode To Thinking

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

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

No one's for the helpless,
so and quickly help yourself,
Go and yourself to Jesus,
God insists upon sale
are whistling to the sirens,
they clap hands to a defeat
I saw a person crying,
we've never seen such strange old