Luyện nghe bài hát Songs About the Sunset

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

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

All the people huddle and in the shadows of machines,
Trying to figure out if is the meaning just what 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 this world's crucible a poets fire,
I'd write songs about your eyes,
But all the revolution to inspire.

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

But mankind's gods are all man-made,
His flesh the to which his debts will be paid,
But now is the to take 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 sculpt the living beauty of eyes,
But now I must hymns of warring wonders,
For now I sing the revolution to rise.