Luyện nghe bài hát Sycamore

The scent of autumn nights, 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 with the leaves remain.

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

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

When did this so hard? 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. Seasons pass, I'm left to the haze.
Weekends that I don't remember, 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 away be any to me?

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

(Can anybody hear me? Is listening?) x5

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