Luyện nghe bài hát One White Duck / 0^{10} = Nothing At All

There's a haze on the skyline, to me on my way.
And a note on the telephone --- some roses on a
tray.
And the motorway's stretching out to us all,
as I pull on my old --- one white duck
on wall.
Isn't it just too damn
I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung your bow.
And float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft
and low.
a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, one duck
on wall.
Isn't it just too real?

So fly away Peter and fly Paul --- from the
ledge of contentment.
The long restless of high-heeled boots calls.
And I'm probably bound to you after all.

must be wrong with me and my brain ---
if I'm so unrewarding.
But my are for dreaming and best left that
way --- and my zero to your power of ten
at all.

There's no double-lock defense; there's no on my door.
I'm for consultation,
But your way in is also my way out, and
love's four-letter is no compensation.

Well, I'm the Black Ace I'm a waiter on
skates --- so don't you jump to your conclusion.
Because I'm up to my ears in cold breakfast trays ---
to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet
confusion.