Luyện nghe bài hát Tale of the Tongue

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

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

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

The street still of garbage thoughts
The of anxious eyes
Still we glimpse the note
Of battered somnambule men

Of the to know the wise
Fixed notions fashion
Their rules police the
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 from day to day
Tales slipped from
We're the guards of our

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