Luyện nghe bài hát The Crowd

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

Lord my feet
let me mingle with the good we meet
rising up into the street
unbind my

'The apparition of these in the crowd;
petals on a wet bough'
Ezra Pound found the
our are rectangular
but is curved not angular
so when things to strangular

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

On the train I refrain sitting with
head and bowed
they told me time is of the
no allowed
but I saw a pretty girl
whos stood out in the crowd
went ten minutes past my stop for
her to around
I'm just another clown kicking in
Melbourne
out, relaxing watching the
world go
so if you ever have the
and you want to go some wine
I'd greet you with a smile
than you with a frown. . .

Lord unchain my
let me inside the crowded trams
let me dance the traffic jams
we're going to
on the St sands

Lord my feet
let me mingle with the good
we
water up into the street
my feet