Luyện nghe bài hát Turning

Flying, I thought I'd never learn flying
I thought I'd my whole life trying,
For flying is that ancient art of one foot on the ground...

Lying, I thought I'd keep from lying,
I I'd lose it all by sighing,
For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will be found

Crying, I thought I'd stop that crying,
I thought I'd dream of dying
For crying is that ancient art of rivers into the ground

Oh dying, I thought I'd never see dying,
I thought I'd my whole life flying,
For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world round

Sighing, I I'd never keep from sighing
I I'd always be there crying,
For sighing is that ancient art of sadness all around

And trying, I thought I'd spend my trying,
I thought I could myself from lying,
For trying is that ancient art of proving the world is round

Oh flying, oh oh, lying, oh oh, crying, oh oh, sighing, oh oh,
Trying, oh oh, and dying, oh oh,
For is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground,
Yes it is...