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 make the to fly against the breeze with which the leaves remain.

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

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

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

Minutes to hours blur to days. Seasons pass, I'm left to watch the haze.
Weekends I don't remember, ties I never had to had to sever.
Conscious, yes but more that, I'm dazed.

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

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

(Can anybody hear me? Is listening?) x5

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