Luyện nghe bài hát The Little Lad With The Bicycle Helmet

And so the rain falls down the little lad with the bicycle helmet.

Afraid to be swept away by the storm and utterly of himself, he cannot but help the shiver down his spine.
Alone on the streets, bumping into the dead glazed-over faces of the aged passerbys, the little lad with the bicycle helmet finds himself and confused.
Breaking into a cold as he begins to run down the street, he feels his throat and lungs burn with the invigorating yet toxic old city air.
Breathing in such poisonous contaminant provides a of urgency and injects a stream of adrenaline into the bloodstream, as the eyes of the little lad with the bicycle helmet scour the streets.
The streets, the streets.