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 of life are heard 'cross the rooftops,
the spell,
Echoes of that call down the pavement,
With to tell,
And Chimney-smoke 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,
me in their song,
I'm a heartbeat keeping time with a pace,
Set by feet,
A pulse that beats as the new day unfolds from the dawn...
Can you it pumping?
Can you feel it flowing and round?
Can you it through your fingertips?
To your head it up through the ground...
Does it scare
you feel the scenery closing in...
on the street,
I with confusion,
And I complete,
Swelling the human tide,
and mind electrified.
--I'm like the ground beneath my feet,
We can and watch with pride,
or scorn and cricise,
How seem like rats at running pace,
But you and I are too,
There's nothing that we can do,
But join the rats down at the 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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