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 note on the --- some roses on a
tray.
And the motorway's stretching out to us all,
as I pull on my old wings --- one duck
on wall.
Isn't it just too damn
I'll catch a ride on violin --- strung upon your bow.
And I'll float on your melody --- your chorus soft
and low.
There's a postcard to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, one white
on wall.
Isn't it just too damn
So fly Peter and fly away Paul --- from the
ledge of contentment.
The long restless rustle of high-heeled 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 dreams are for dreaming and best left
way --- and my zero to power of ten equals
at all.

There's no defense; 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 jump to your conclusion.
Because I'm up to my deaf in cold breakfast trays ---
to be cleared I can dine on your sweet Sunday
confusion.