Luyện nghe bài hát Ratracing

The call of the wild, me to my window-sill, eyes to the dawn.
A tug on a by soft, unknown, fingers.
me on, But there's only a streetlamp,
standing to my soul,
In the air.
A companion, waiting like me for the dawn...
Faint stirrings of life are 'cross the rooftops,
the spell,
Echoes of footsteps 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,
Thunders me,
me along,
The of voices,
The of the traffic,
Drown me in song,
I'm a heartbeat keeping time with a pace,
Set by feet,
A pulse beats stronger as the new day unfolds from the dawn...
Can you feel it
Can you feel it flowing round and
Can you feel it through fingertips?
To your it flows up through the ground...
it scare you?
When you feel the closing in...
on the street,
I with confusion,
And I complete,
Swelling with the tide,
and mind electrified.
--I'm swaying the ground beneath my feet,
We can stand and with pride,
or maybe and cricise,
How people seem like at running pace,
But you and I are too,
There's more that we can do,
But join the rats 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 want this race to end...!

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