Luyện nghe bài hát Songs About the Sunset

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

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

All the people huddle and hungry in the 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 system's stomach was of our own biology.

I'd rather songs about the sunset,
But this world's crucible a poets 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 herald singing of these blank 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 more garbage on the pile.

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

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