Luyện nghe bài hát Tale of the Tongue

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

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

And when I ask you
Oh the real man saw
As I hit the roof
Oh what the saw

The still screams of garbage thoughts
The stain of anxious
Still we glimpse the note
Of some somnambule men

Of the desire to the wise
Fixed notions fashion
Their rules the street
No chance of way

Holed to crude belief
with a childish quip
Locked inside a pride
To boast the red of freedom

They the purple side
I'm told day to day
Tales slipped behind
the guards 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 still