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 silent companion, waiting me for the dawn...
Faint of life 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,
fingers, outstretched in welcome for the dawn...
The of the city,
around 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 beats stronger as the new day unfolds from the dawn...
Can you feel it
Can you it flowing round and round?
Can you feel it through fingertips?
To head it flows up through the ground...
it scare you?
When you feel the scenery 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 stand and watch pride,
or maybe and cricise,
How people seem like at running pace,
But you and I are too,
There's nothing more we can do,
But the rats down 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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