Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Days

There's a room inside my
Where ghosts of authors
There's a man that whispers
In a transmitter
a lady on a spider
With a baby's beside her
There's a voice my earlobe
From a place the sidewalks go

are strange days!

There's a man an umbrella
Who is citronella
And he fantastic visions
Of a outside my prison
There's a fountain full of
And a beneath the grasses
And asking everybody
makes them melancholy

These are days!

My is patois
Philosophy is in my
My head's in
And my in a bubble
I'm a Rosicrucian
In the of Peculiar Things
I will tell you my
But if you keep it

These are days

But enough me, why don't you tell me about your day?