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, only one change:
Birds can make the choice to fly against the with which the leaves remain.

Could a rose by any other name sound as sweet when coupled with the
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 documenting without embellishment;
Can't turn into a song if no one cares 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 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 more that, I'm dazed.

Pillars rise of smoke and ash, brazenly the clash
All self-interest, no self-worth, could time away be any to me?

the sycamore by the pond still stand? Does 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 back down again. Stagnancy is more than just a friend.

(Can hear me? Is anybody listening?) x5

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