Luyện nghe bài hát The Birth of The True

Words and by roddy frame

I feel the that our time has traced,
And make a point of it in place.
But every place deserves a or two,
For me so far away from you.

I saw some pictures of the at war,
I suss what all the fuss was for,
I wear a picture of you black,
And kissing me behind the back.

I get down,
But not you that gets me down,
It's just the of the impossible,
Gratuitously down.

But oh no, not you, don't your eyes over lies,
Just let them shine blue,
On every whisper that the inconceivable,
And the of the true.

I'd sack the and make a second start,
I'd sack my head I found my heart,
I'd fill the with a red parade,
And burn the down while the bugles played.

I get down,
But not you that gets me down,
It's the sense of the impossible,
Gratuitously down.