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 of letters from a small suitcase
Disappears into an office another working day

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

He likes a bit of on the subway home
A distant radio whistling that nobody knows
At a house awaits him, he unlocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea here but there was a door

And his thoughts are full of
And his eyes to to see
And nothing that he of
And nowhere where been
Was ever quite this, yeah

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

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