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 only one
Birds can make the to fly against the breeze with which the leaves remain.

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

I'm no good at documenting without 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.
I'll look anywhere to find that which to make me lose my mind.

Minutes blur to hours to days. Seasons 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.

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

(Can hear me? Is anybody listening?) x5

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