Luyện nghe bài hát Train Of Thought

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

And his thoughts are full of
of naked lights
And his mind once of reason
Now more that meets the eye
Oh a stranger's face carries with him

He likes a bit of on the subway home
A distant radio whistling tunes that 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 to numb to see
And that he knows of
And nowhere he's been
Was ever quite this, yeah

And his thoughts are full of
of naked lights
And his mind full of reason
Now more that meets the eye
Oh a stranger's face he'll with him

And at heart full of strangers
on his train of thought
Train of