Luyện nghe bài hát Tale of the Tongue

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

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

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

The street screams of garbage thoughts
The of anxious eyes
Still we glimpse the faintest
Of battered somnambule men

Of the to know the wise
notions fashion them
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 take the side
I'm told day to day
slipped from behind
We're the guards of our

running blind
So the dreams speak in tongues of wine
Taint the day
And if I to lag behind
me the way
The still screams