Luyện nghe bài hát Train Of Thought

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

And his thoughts are full of
Corridors of naked
And his once full of reason
Now more that meets the eye
Oh a stranger's he'll carries with him

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

And his are full of strangers
And his to numb to see
And nothing he knows of
And where he's been
Was ever quite like this,

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

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