Luyện nghe bài hát The Sense

This is not a
fit for any mold.
The old and bitter tongues
are reckless just as are cold.
Dwelling on the
is wet to the flame.
And I cannot say that I
in that you propose to me.

I'd learn from children.
I'd see their world.
In all natural splendor,
and all it's harsh unknown.
Not old and jaded,
or ignored.
Or in the way of anything,
there to the flame from burning.

I the writing on the wall, and all
I see is "Who has the sense?"
I the writing on the wall, and all
I see is "Got to get it, to give."

All I care to know is what you're wondering.
All I care to see is what you're seeing.
I want to what you know,
not the things you'll learn to gaurd you
(All the things we'll teach you).