Luyện nghe bài hát Sycamore

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

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

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

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

When did become so hard? Can't find footing for a start.
I'll look anywhere to find that 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 rise of smoke and ash, brazenly the clash
All self-interest, no self-worth, could away 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; gone are both the sun and
Flowers wilt and die to show the forward, slowly.
I got up and fell back again. Stagnancy is more than just a friend.

(Can hear me? Is anybody listening?) x5

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