Luyện nghe bài hát Rapids

Vagrant suspicious and out of breath
Stumbles into a town where the wear frowns
up a paper, the pages are blank
They say, "No today, no more writers around"

What price over adversity
Cause to applaud perversity
I'm still deaf from the
Blessed with a cynical

No words in our own
our recompense
Fate a finer line
To or to pay

These rapids rolling on
Seem calm when good and gone
Love, as good as the house it
A million between us
Still we're the same way

I sing song with my tongue in my cheek
For the jilted, the jaundiced, the angry men
Who believe that the status quo changes
With juvenile slogans in market rags

What price over adversity
Cause to this perversity
I'm still deaf from the
Blessed with a cynical