Luyện nghe bài hát Sycamore

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

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

Could a rose by any other name sound as sweet when 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.

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.

blur 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.

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

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

(Can hear me? Is anybody listening?) x5

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