Luyện nghe bài hát Sycamore

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

Birds and are all the same, with only one change:
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 coupled the blame?
Over the sun is trying hard to show that it's still shining,
But I haven't 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 this become so hard? Can't find for a start.
I'll look anywhere to find that which seems to me lose my mind.

Minutes blur to hours blur to days. pass, I'm left to watch the haze.
Weekends that I 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, time away be any worse to me?

Does the sycamore by the pond still Does the sycamore by the pond still stand?
Underneath, the leaves have fallen; gone are the sun and pollen
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 hear me? Is listening?) x5

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