Luyện nghe bài hát Rise, Sam & Rimsky Korsakov

I knew a guitar once
Who called the radio
He a kinship, not with the music
So much as with the voice

It's quality, it's voice as distinct
From the coming through it
It's ability to the illusion
Of at a great distance

He slept the radio
He to the radio
He disagreed the radio
He in a far away radio land

He he would never find this land
So he himself to listening to it only
He believed he had been banned from the land
And was doomed to the airwaves forever