Luyện nghe bài hát Some Trivial Pursuit

I take the train station to
Its one of my few
my last sip of coffee
And the man across from me

He is
Lost in the
Hes some trivial pursuit
Some propaganda for your suckle dreams
That somehow the day

I get off, take a step. Step, stop, look
I cant the time.
And theres a man holding int he market and I cant conjure up a dime.
His cheeks are kissed with mid December
a gnome planted firmly in the garden.

And the sky puts on her make-up.
Shes in her evening
She coyly accepts the city
And wears in her crown

in bed, I cant hear the side streets
Ive the record playing
its singing just for me
And before into sleep
I Kyra say
Is that why people think life is beautiful ? they know that it ends ?