Luyện nghe bài hát Songs About the Sunset

I've got so much on my mind that belongs 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 someone to flight that's fit to crawl.

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

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

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

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

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

One day I'll write songs the sunset,
One day I'll the living beauty of your eyes,
But now I must chant hymns of wonders,
For now I must sing the to rise.