Luyện nghe bài hát Train Of Thought

He likes to have the paper, crossword solved
go up, words come down, forwards backwards twisted round
He grabs a pile of letters from a suitcase
Disappears into an it's another working day

And his are full of strangers
of naked lights
And his once full of reason
Now more that meets the eye
Oh a stranger's he'll carries with him

He a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant whistling tunes that nobody knows
At home a house awaits him, he 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 where he's been
Was ever quite like this,

And his are full of strangers
Corridors of lights
And his mind once of reason
Now there's more meets the eye
Oh a stranger's face carries with him

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