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 there's a streetlamp,
standing to my soul,
In the air.
A companion, waiting like me for the dawn...
Faint stirrings of life are heard 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, 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 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 round and round?
Can you feel it your fingertips?
To head it flows up through the ground...
Does it scare
When you feel the closing in...
on the street,
I merge confusion,
And I complete,
Swelling with the tide,
and mind electrified.
--I'm swaying like the beneath my feet,
We can stand and watch pride,
or scorn and cricise,
How people seem rats at running pace,
But you and I are too,
There's nothing more we can do,
But join the 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 want this race to end...!

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