Luyện nghe bài hát One White Duck/0=Nothing at All

There's a on the skyline, to wish me on my way.
And there's a on the telephone --- some roses on a
tray.
And the motorway's stretching out to us all,
as I on my old wings --- one white duck
on wall.
Isn't it too damn real?
I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon bow.
And I'll float on your melody --- sing your soft
and low.
There's a picture-view to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, one white
on wall.
Isn't it too damn real?
So fly away Peter and fly Paul --- from the
ledge of contentment.
The long restless rustle of boots calls.
And I'm probably to deceive you after all.

Something 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 there's no chain on my door.
I'm for consultation,
But remember your way in is my way out, and
love's word is no compensation.

Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a on
skates --- so don't you to your foreskin conclusion.
Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast ---
to be cleared before I can on your sweet Sunday
confusion.