Luyện nghe bài hát Patterns

The sets softly
the hush of falling leaves
Casting shadows
On the houses through the
And the from a street lamp
Paints a on my wall
Like the of a puzzle
Or a uneven scrawl

Up a flight of stairs
In a little room
As I lie my bed
In the early gloom
Impaled on my
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 I must follow
Just as I must breathe breath
Like a rat in a
The path me lies
And the pattern never
Until the rat

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