Luyện nghe bài hát The Great Lost Art Of Conversation

I be blind, I can't see why
We work this out
It so tangled
When we try to and sort it out

people dying for what they believe
And I can't even choose, should I stay or
And we're supposed to be in

And the great art of conversation
Is lost on man tonight
And the late crossed of good intention
Is in the heat of the fight

We the scars to see who won
You wear them on heart
It feels so strange, you feel so
I thought I'd apart

I'll take my leave, you take lace
Let's it now
With semblance of grace
No point in trying to talk

And the lost art of conversation
Is lost on man tonight
And the late crossed heart of good
Is in the heat of the fight

And know I keep holding on
I'm not that
End it, it's time we moved on
No point in trying to talk

And the great lost art of
Is forgotten in the heat of the
And the late crossed of good intention
Is lost on this man