Luyện nghe bài hát Sycamore

The scent of nights, when the leaves can't quite
Decide if they are red or green, or in between.

Birds and leaves are all the same, with one change:
Birds can make the choice to fly against the breeze which the leaves remain.

Could a rose by any other name sound as sweet when coupled with the
Over fields the sun is trying hard to show that still shining,
But I haven't it on my skin.

I'm no good at life without embellishment;
Can't turn thoughts into a if no one cares what it all meant.

When did become so hard? Can't find footing for a start.
I'll look anywhere to that which seems to make me lose my mind.

blur to hours blur to days. Seasons pass, I'm left to watch the haze.
Weekends that I remember, ties I never had to had to sever.
Conscious, yes but more that, I'm dazed.

Pillars of smoke and ash, brazenly against the clash
All self-interest, no self-worth, could time be any worse to me?

Does the sycamore by the pond still stand? Does the sycamore by the pond still
Underneath, the leaves have fallen; are both the sun and pollen
Flowers wilt and die to show the forward, slowly.
I got up and fell back down again. is more than just a friend.

(Can hear me? Is anybody listening?) x5

the sycamore by the pond still stand?
Does the by the pond still stand?