Luyện nghe bài hát Tale of the Tongue

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

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

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

The still screams of garbage thoughts
The stain of eyes
we glimpse the faintest note
Of some battered men

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

Holed down to crude
with a childish quip
Locked inside a pride
To boast the red of blue

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

running blind
So the dreams that speak in of wine
Taint the day
And if I seem to lag
me the way
The street screams