Luyện nghe bài hát Tale of the Tongue

The is coming ripe
We are running
I see you coming
to the mask

Come closer treat me
Where can the be?
How far come to know
How much we've to see

And I ask you softly
Oh the real man saw
As I hit the again
Oh the dreamer saw

The street screams of garbage thoughts
The stain of anxious
we glimpse the faintest note
Of some battered men

Of the desire to know the
Fixed notions them
rules police the street
No of Latif way

Holed down to crude
Answer with a quip
Locked inside a nation's
To boast the red of blue

They take the purple
I'm told day to day
Tales slipped behind
We're the of our mistakes

Often running
So the dreams speak in tongues of wine
the coming day
And if I seem to lag
me the way
The street screams