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

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

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

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

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