Luyện nghe bài hát Train Of Thought

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

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

He likes a bit of on the subway home
A distant radio tunes that nobody knows
At a house awaits him, he unlocks the door
Thinking once 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 ever quite this, yeah

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

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