Luyện nghe bài hát Series of Dreams

I was thinking of a series of
nothing comes up to the top
Everything stays down it's wounded
And comes to a stop
thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, when someone up and screams
Nothing too scientific
Just thinking of a of dreams

Thinking of a series of
Where the and the tempo fly
And no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your
Wasn't any great connection
Wasn't falling for any intricate
Nothing that would pass
Just thinking of a series of

where the umbrella is folded
Into the you are hurled
And the are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from world

In one, the was frozen
In another, I witnessed a
In one, I was running, and in
All I seemed to be doing was
Wasn't looking for any assistance
Not going to any extremes
I'd gone the distance
Just thinking of a of dreams

Dreams where the is folded
Into the path you are
And the cards are no good that you're
Unless they're from world

I'd gone the distance
Just thinking of a of dreams