Luyện nghe bài hát Train Of Thought

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

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

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

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

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

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