Luyện nghe bài hát Tale of the Tongue

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

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

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

The street still of garbage thoughts
The stain of eyes
Still we glimpse the faintest
Of some battered men

Of the desire to know the
Fixed notions them
Their police the street
No chance of way

Holed down to belief
Answer a childish quip
Locked inside a nation's
To boast the red of freedom

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

running blind
So the dreams that in tongues of wine
the coming day
And if I seem to lag
me the way
The street still