Luyện nghe bài hát One White Duck

A one, two, three.
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 motorway's stretching out to us all, as I pull on my old
wings - One White Duck on wall.
Isn't it too damn real? One White Duck on your wall.
One Duck on wall.

I'll catch a on your violin - strung upon your bow.
And I'll float on your melody - your chorus soft and low.
There's a picture-view to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, One White on your wall.
Isn't it just too damn One White Duck on your wall.
One Duck on wall.

So fly away and fly away Paul - from the finger-tip ledge of
contentment.
The restless rustle of high heel boots calls.
And I'm probably to deceive you after all.
Something must be wrong with me and my brain - if I'm so
unrewarding.
But my dreams are for and best left that way - and my zero to your
power of ten nothing at all.

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

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