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 life are heard the rooftops,
the spell,
Echoes of that call down the pavement,
stories to tell,
And towers reaching out on the grey,
Of the light,
Passionate fingers, in welcome for the dawn...
The of the city,
Thunders me,
me along,
The of voices,
The of the traffic,
me in their song,
I'm only a heartbeat keeping time a pace,
Set by feet,
A pulse that stronger as the new day unfolds from the dawn...
Can you it pumping?
Can you it flowing round and round?
Can you feel it through fingertips?
To head it flows up through the ground...
Does it scare
When you the scenery closing in...
on the street,
I merge confusion,
And I complete,
with the human tide,
Heart and electrified.
--I'm swaying the ground beneath my feet,
We can and watch with pride,
or maybe and cricise,
How people seem rats at running pace,
But you and I are too,
There's nothing that we can do,
But the rats down at the starting gate,
But you and I are too,
There's nothing more we can do but run.
The final strait lies the bend,
But I don't this race to end...!

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