Luyện nghe bài hát Patterns

The night sets
With the of falling leaves
Casting shivering
On the through the trees
And the light from a lamp
a pattern on my wall
Like the of a puzzle
Or a uneven scrawl

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

the moment of my birth
To the instant of my
There are patterns I must
Just as I must each breath
a rat in a maze
The path before me
And the never alters
Until the rat

And the pattern remains
On the wall where fell
And fitting that it should
For in I must dwell
Like the of my skin
Or the day that I old
My life is made of
That can be controlled