Luyện nghe bài hát Tale Of The Tongue

The time is ripe
We are fast
I see you coming
to the mask
Come closer me softly
can the dreamer be?
How far we've to know
How much come to see
And I ask you softly
Oh what the men saw
As I hit the again
Oh the dreamer saw
The street still
The street still screams of garbage
The stain of anxious
Still we glimpse the faintest
Of some somnambulant men
Of the desire to know the
The street still
notions fashion them
Their police the street
No of Latin way
Hold to crude belief
Lassoed in the web
Locked the nation's pride
To the red of freedom's move
take the purple side
I'm told day to day
Gaol slip from
We are the guards of our
Off and running
So the dreamer in time drunk wine
the coming day
If I seem to lag
me the way
The street screams