Luyện nghe bài hát Patterns

The night softly
With the of falling leaves
Casting shivering
On the through the trees
And the light a street lamp
Paints a on my wall
Like the of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven

Up a narrow of stairs
In a little room
As I lie my bed
In the evening gloom
on my wall
My can dimly see
The pattern of my
And the puzzle is me

the moment of my birth
To the of my death
There are I must follow
as I must breathe each breath
Like a rat in a
The before me lies
And the never alters
the rat dies
The path me lies
And the pattern never

And the pattern remains
On the wall where darkness
And it's that it should
For in darkness I dwell
Like a rat in a

Up a narrow flight of
In a narrow room
As I lie my bed
In the evening gloom
Impaled on my
My eyes can see
The of my life
And the that is me

Like the of my skin,
And the day I grow old
My is made of patterns
That can scarcely be