Luyện nghe bài hát Sycamore

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

Birds and leaves are all the same, with only one
Birds can make the choice to fly against the breeze which 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 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.
I'll look anywhere to find that which seems to make me 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 than that, I'm dazed.

Pillars rise of and ash, brazenly against the clash
All self-interest, no self-worth, could away be any worse 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
Flowers wilt and die to show the forward, slowly.
I got up and fell back down again. Stagnancy is than just a friend.

(Can anybody hear me? Is listening?) x5

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