Luyện nghe bài hát Train Of Thought

He likes to have the morning paper, solved
Words go up, come down, forwards backwards twisted round
He grabs a pile of letters from a suitcase
Disappears into an office another working day

And his are full of strangers
Corridors of lights
And his once full of reason
Now there's more that the eye
Oh a stranger's face he'll carries him

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

And his thoughts are of strangers
And his to numb to see
And nothing that he of
And nowhere where been
Was quite like this, yeah

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

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