Luyện nghe bài hát Train Of Thought

He likes to the morning paper, crossword solved
Words go up, words come down, backwards twisted round
He grabs a pile of letters from a small
into an office it's another working day

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

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

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

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