Luyện nghe bài hát Patterns

The night softly
With the hush of falling
shivering shadows
On the houses the trees
And the from a street lamp
Paints a on my wall
Like the pieces of a
Or a child's uneven

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

From the of my birth
To the instant of my
There are patterns I follow
Just as I must breathe breath
Like a rat in a
The before me lies
And the pattern never
the rat dies
The path before me
And the pattern never

And the pattern still
On the wall where darkness
And it's fitting it should
For in I must dwell
a rat in a maze

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

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