Luyện nghe bài hát Patterns

The sets softly
With the of falling leaves
Casting shadows
On the houses the trees
And the light a street lamp
Paints a shadow on my
Like the of a puzzle
Or a child's scrawl

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

the moment of my birth
To the of my death
are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe breath
a rat in a maze
The path me lies
And the never alters
Until the rat
The before me lies
And the pattern never

And the pattern still
On the where darkness fell
And it's fitting that it
For in darkness I must
Like a rat in a

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

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