Luyện nghe bài hát Still Life

Sadness is a boy looking
Out the window high the city,
Counting statues of on the buildings,
Thinking that the are forever,

He wants his to be a statue,
On the of his fatherless home,
So that he can see him,
So that he will never him,

Late at night in the of his dreaming,
His father's fall down in a rainstorm,
And the words become hands that guide him,
his life in the world just beginning.

You cannot in bronze or stone,
Make your in flesh and bone.

Stranded is a man no searching
For the he had hoped for and imagined
Courting instead of a woman,
Holding as his only companion

Counting like his money in the markets,
And life from the window in his office,
one day I'll have the courage,
Maybe one day I'll sail the ocean.

But I feel safe in the of my computer,
This is how I to live,
Fixed in a man will wither,
waters are the life of the river.

You cannot in bronze or stone,
Make your life in flesh and
me...

Frightened is an old man
Through the park on a dark day,
He stands frozen at the of a statue,
And he for a warm hand to help him,

Tonight he dream that he is flying,
Over banks of a river he
His father's voice will all around him,
His hands will hold him in the sky,

Now I can sail the ocean,
Now I will across the ocean,
Now I am across the ocean.

I cannot live in or stone,
I must live as and bone.
Remember me, me, remember me...