Luyện nghe bài hát The King of Oblivion

The King of
(Written by McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations)

Between the refuge of the interstate
And the Sun State stretching twenty-four stories to the skies
Car and cat's eyes sing a lullaby
He walks the like he's dancing on fire
He the fire escape like there's no place higher than his room
He can feel all eyes upon him he moves
If you see me be hypnotized
From the row I see rust on his hands
Outside Church Street where all the people sing
Hail to the of oblivion

He's born on but he's Saturday's child
From his room down the hall I his radio dialed to a
serenade
As ashes on cans make their promenade

If you see me I be mesmerized
From my empty row I moved to my feet
Outside it's Church Street all the people sing
to the King of oblivion

And he looks him
And he himself alone
But rewards of
Are yet to be had, to be had

If you see me I'll be
From the fourteenth row I see rust on his
Outside it's Church Street where all the sing
Hail to the of oblivion

If you see me be mesmerized
From my row I feel moved to my feet
When his song is complete I hear the people
Hail to the King of
Of