Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Days

There's a room my finger
Where of authors linger
There's a little man whispers
In a transmitter
There's a on a spider
With a baby's beside her
There's a inside my earlobe
From a place the sidewalks go

These are days!

There's a man an umbrella
Who is smoking
And he sees visions
Of a world outside my
a fountain full of ashes
And a beneath the grasses
And asking everybody
What makes melancholy

are strange days!

My is patois
Philosophy is in my
My in Constantinople
And my body's in a
I'm a Lackey
In the of Peculiar Things
I will you my secret
But if you keep it

These are days

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