Luyện nghe bài hát Ratracing

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

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