Luyện nghe bài hát Train Of Thought

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

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

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

And his thoughts are of strangers
And his eyes to to see
And that he knows of
And nowhere he's been
Was ever quite this, yeah

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

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