Luyện nghe bài hát Train Of Thought

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

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

He a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio whistling that nobody knows
At home a house awaits him, he the door
Thinking once there was a sea here but there 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 full of
Corridors of lights
And his mind once full of
Now there's that meets the eye
Oh a stranger's face carries with him

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