Luyện nghe bài hát Train Of Thought

He likes to the morning 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 it's working day

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

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

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

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

And at he's full of strangers
Dodging on his train of
Train of