Luyện nghe bài hát Songs About the Sunset

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

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

All the huddle and hungry in the shadows of machines,
Trying to figure out if this is the meaning just what 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 songs about the sunset,
But this world's crucible needs a fire,
I'd rather write songs about eyes,
But all hark the to inspire.

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

But petty gods 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 turn his death into the art of a liver.

One day I'll write songs the sunset,
One day I'll sculpt the living of your eyes,
But now I must hymns of warring wonders,
For now I must the revolution to rise.