Luyện nghe bài hát Series of Dreams

I was thinking of a of dreams
Where comes up to the top
Everything down where it's wounded
And comes to a permanent
thinking of anything specific
Like in a dream, someone wakes up and screams
Nothing too very
Just thinking of a series of

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

Dreams where the is folded
the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that holding
Unless they're another world

In one, the surface was
In another, I witnessed a
In one, I was running, and in
All I seemed to be was climb
Wasn't for any special assistance
Not going to any great
I'd already the distance
Just of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is
the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that holding
Unless they're another world

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