Luyện nghe bài hát Turn The Page

You with age
To speak with a ballerina's rage
And speak of all the
That would swoop
Stick
Then proceed to you

No pot pan, guitar man
Or Apollo myth
To seal fate
Feed your
And just plain and adore you
But the pills you
Bring you no
So lightly on the wing this time
Leaving all your baggage

As you wander your vagabond stage
And yourself shovelling shit
With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken
You must not be
You must the page

You wore your goddess
In jaundiced
halo fell into decay
Swiped by you loved
But not hold in sway behind you
And then the dry leaves
At a low shutter
enough for you to see
That you create own reality
And that the wait will not enshrine you
And the war that you
Would pour your door
To come to your rescue this
Is all in your

Now as you wander through vagabond stage
And you yourself shovelling shit
With a rusty jack-handle of a broken spade
And you find kicking dirt around
With your Paris green
Of and precious jade
You must not be
You must turn the

You a world of things
you were a duchess born
Or Coretta Scott
And the queen does not you over for a tea at her gaff
In
Or in back-yard

Now I'm sure 'Van the Man' of I'm a fan
Can surely
As he "It is not why, it just is."
So therefore you not remain scarred
And in time you'll
That salvation is mine
As you lightly on the wing this time
Leaving all your behind

Now as you through your vagabond stage
And you find yourself shit
With a rusty jack-handle queen of a spade
And you find yourself dirt around
With your Paris pumps
Of and precious jade
Pulling the roots from hair
Dyed a bottle
You saw in a with
An 'Everything go!!' sale sign
displayed

And yet waiting for your
On the edge of a precipice to sing
serenading soul songs
That fulfillingness and consciousness
Releasing you from your captive
Replacing for all your rage
Turning your on a rope's magic pope kaleidoscope
Into a rabbit's foot
You must not be
(Eyes babe)
You must the page

One is sure
And is change
When the rising
You can't
to dry land
Move to dry
got to move on