Luyện nghe bài hát Sundays And Holidays

What do you think in the back
Traveling through the yellow 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 moon turn slow to my future
And the cool dark air me in my nearing bed
angels, men and mothers
Get to spend Sundays and holidays
Where hide the ugly scenes inside
the rest of us

What's inside the brick walls of
Barred window
Hospital, not a love
Hospital, not a calm