Luyện nghe bài hát Songs About the Sunset

I've got so on my mind that belongs somewhere else,
Gets so hard to your selflessness from your self,
But if I care so much why do I why I even care at all,
Can you inspire to flight that's barely fit to crawl.

I'd write songs about the sunset,
But this crucible needs a poets fire,
I'd rather write songs about eyes,
But all hark the to inspire.

All the huddle and hungry in the shadows of machines,
Trying to figure out if this is the meaning what that means,
But we the way it is for the way it has to be,
As if the stomach was part of our own biology.

I'd write songs about the sunset,
But world's crucible needs a poets fire,
I'd rather songs about your eyes,
But all the revolution to inspire.

I'd rather be the scribe that put the in the heavens of your dreams,
Instead of the whistle blowing herald singing of these verse schemes,
I'd rather be the writer for god's fool just to see you smile,
Instead of the gossip of the devil's patsy throwing some garbage on the pile.

But mankind's petty are all man-made,
His flesh the address to which his will be paid,
But now is the time to his soul to the river,
And his death media into the art of a liver.

One day I'll write about the sunset,
One day I'll sculpt the beauty of your eyes,
But now I must chant of warring wonders,
For now I must sing the to rise.