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

There's a haze on the skyline, to me on my way.
And there's a on the telephone --- some roses on a
tray.
And the stretching right 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 --- strung upon 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.
it just too damn real?
So fly away Peter and fly away --- from the
finger-tip of contentment.
The long restless of high-heeled boots calls.
And I'm probably bound to you after all.

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

There's no double-lock there's no chain on my door.
I'm for consultation,
But remember 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
--- so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion.
Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold trays ---
to be before I can dine on your sweet Sunday
confusion.