Luyện nghe bài hát The Persistence Of Memory

And so good morning New Year
Its father and
Im ticking
As the clock twelve
And the room starts to
You look so

As the fire
your throat
A
And Im into
that once again.

And now Im on my way
Gloves off and the battle is
And now Im on my way
now my lover, lover
Im on my way

So your excuse for playing god?

morning baby New Year
Its time
Im slowly age under my skin
And the glass begins to empty grains
Ill remember all the time's ill
these black and whites
My fingers
The battle of a melody.
But the truth is Im of me.

And I see
no one would ever glimpse
As your eyes back
And the real begins
And I feel
That Im not supposed to
As I myself
That Im nothing but a jewel upon your