Luyện nghe bài hát Sycamore

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

Birds and leaves are all the same, with only one
Birds can the choice to fly against the breeze with 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 that still shining,
But I haven't it on my skin.

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

did this become so hard? Can't find footing for a start.
I'll anywhere to find that which seems to make me lose my mind.

Minutes to hours blur to days. Seasons pass, I'm left to watch the haze.
Weekends that I don't remember, ties I 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 away be any worse to me?

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

(Can anybody me? Is anybody listening?) x5

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