Luyện nghe bài hát Train Of Thought

He likes to have the morning paper, crossword
Words go up, words come down, forwards backwards round
He grabs a pile of letters a small suitcase
Disappears into an office it's another day

And his thoughts are full of
Corridors of naked
And his mind once full of
Now there's that meets the eye
Oh a stranger's face he'll with him

He likes a bit of reading on the home
A distant radio whistling that nobody knows
At a house awaits him, he unlocks the door
Thinking there was a sea here but there never was a door

And his are full of strangers
And his eyes to to see
And that he knows of
And nowhere where been
Was quite like this, yeah

And his are full of strangers
Corridors of lights
And his mind once full of
Now there's that meets the eye
Oh a stranger's he'll carries with him

And at heart he's of strangers
Dodging on his of thought
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