Luyện nghe bài hát Ratracing

The call of the wild, brings me to my window-sill, to the dawn.
A tug on a by soft, unknown, fingers.
Leading me on, But only a streetlamp,
standing to my soul,
In the air.
A silent companion, like me for the dawn...
Faint stirrings of are heard 'cross the rooftops,
the spell,
Echoes of that call down the pavement,
stories to tell,
And towers reaching out on the grey,
Of the light,
fingers, outstretched in welcome for the dawn...
The of the city,
around me,
me along,
The of voices,
The of the traffic,
me in their song,
I'm only a heartbeat time with a pace,
Set by feet,
A pulse that beats stronger as the new day unfolds the dawn...
Can you feel it
Can you it flowing round and round?
Can you feel it through fingertips?
To your it flows up through the ground...
Does it scare
When you the scenery closing in...
on the street,
I with confusion,
And I complete,
Swelling the human tide,
and mind electrified.
--I'm swaying like the beneath my feet,
We can stand and watch pride,
or scorn and cricise,
How people like rats at running pace,
But you and I are too,
There's more that we can do,
But join the down at the starting gate,
But you and I are too,
There's nothing that we can do but run.
The final strait round the bend,
But I don't this race to end...!

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