Luyện nghe bài hát Sundays And Holidays

What do you think in the back
Traveling through the open state
Am I too to turn my thoughts to words
To turn meaningless to
Am I too down to notice and sound
To tell dull bright

Let the sad winter turn slow to my future
And the cool air cover me in my nearing bed
Where angels, men and
Get to their Sundays and holidays
Where curtains the ugly scenes inside
From the of us

What's inside the brick walls of
Barred screens
Hospital, not a scene
Hospital, not a calm