Luyện nghe bài hát The Crowd

Lord my hands
let me sing the crowded trams
let me dance among the jams
we're going to
on the St Kilda

Lord my feet
let me with the good people we meet
water rising up the street
my feet

'The of these faces in the crowd;
on a wet black bough'
Ezra found the formula
our houses are
but is curved not angular
so things start to strangular

rain still falls on the of power
new babies being every hour
and the eagle keeps on the old
clock
me. . .

On the train I refrain from sitting
head and shoulders
they told me is of the essence
no allowed
but then I saw a pretty
whos stood out in the crowd
went ten minutes past my stop for
her to look
I'm another clown kicking around in
town
cooling out, relaxing the
world go
so if you ever have the
and you want to go drink some
I'd rather greet you with a
than greet you a frown. . .

Lord my hands
let me sing inside the crowded
let me dance among the jams
we're to sleep
on the St sands

Lord unbind my
let me mingle with the people
we
water rising up into the
my feet