Luyện nghe bài hát Patterns

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

Up a narrow of stairs
In a narrow room
As I lie my bed
In the evening 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
as I must breathe each breath
Like a rat in a
The path before me
And the pattern alters
the rat dies

And the still remains
On the where darkness fell
And it's that it should
For in darkness I dwell
Like the of my skin
Or the day I grow old
My life is made of
That can be controlled