Luyện nghe bài hát Turn The Page

You chose age
To speak a prima ballerina's rage
And of all the kingdoms
That would swoop
around
Then proceed to you

No flash pot pan, man
Or Apollo myth
To seal your
Feed plate
And just worship and adore you
But the pills you
Bring you no
So travel lightly on the wing time
all your baggage behind

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

You your goddess down
In disarray
Your halo fell decay
Swiped by you loved
But could not hold in sway you
And the dry spell leaves
At a low shutter
Long for you to see
That you create own reality
And the wait alone will not enshrine you
And the war that you
Would pour your door
To come to rescue this time
Is all in your

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

You dreamt a world of
Like you a duchess born
Or Coretta King
And the queen does not invite you over for a tea at her
In
Or in back-yard

Now I'm 'Van the Man' of whom I'm a fan
Can surely
As he "It is not why, it just is."
So you need not remain scarred
And in you'll find
That your salvation is
As you travel lightly on the wing time
Leaving all your baggage

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

And yet waiting for dancing
On the edge of a heart to sing
Those serenading songs
That and consciousness brings
Releasing you your captive cage
love for all your rage
Turning your hope on a magic pope kaleidoscope
a rabbit's foot parade
You not be afraid
(Eyes babe)
You turn the page

One is sure
And that is
the water's rising
You remain
Move to dry
Move to dry
You've got to on