Luyện nghe bài hát Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a day
You fritter and the hours in an offhand way
around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or to show you the way

Tired of lying in the
home to watch the rain
And you are and life is long
And there is time to kill
And one day you find
Ten have got behind you
No one you when to run
You the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's
And racing around to come up you again
And the sun is the in a relative way, but you're older
of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is shorter
Never to find the time
Plans either come to nought
Or half a page of lines
Hanging on in quiet is the English way
The is gone
The song is
Thought I'd more to say

Home, again
I to be here when I can
And I come home cold and tired
good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, the field
The tolling of the bell
Calls the to their knees
To hear the softly magic spell