Luyện nghe bài hát Sycamore

The scent of autumn nights, when the leaves quite
Decide if they are red or green, or in between.

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

Could a rose by any other name sound as when coupled with the blame?
Over fields the sun is trying hard to that it's still shining,
But I felt it on my skin.

I'm no good at documenting life embellishment;
Can't turn thoughts into a song if no one cares it all meant.

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

Minutes blur to hours blur to days. pass, I'm left to watch the haze.
that I don't remember, ties I never had to had to sever.
Conscious, yes but than that, I'm dazed.

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

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

(Can anybody hear me? Is listening?) x5

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