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.
me on, But there's only a streetlamp,
standing to my soul,
In the air.
A silent companion, waiting me for the dawn...
Faint stirrings of life are 'cross the rooftops,
the spell,
Echoes of footsteps call down the pavement,
With to tell,
And towers reaching out on the grey,
Of the light,
Passionate fingers, outstretched in 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 keeping time 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 your fingertips?
To head it flows up through the ground...
Does it scare
you feel the scenery closing in...
on the street,
I merge 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 scorn and cricise,
How people seem like at running pace,
But you and I are too,
There's nothing more 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 round the bend,
But I want this race to end...!

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