Luyện nghe bài hát Turning

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

Lying, I I'd never keep from lying,
I I'd lose it all by sighing,
For lying is that ancient art of words that will never be found

Crying, I thought I'd never that crying,
I thought I'd always dream of
For is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground

Oh dying, I thought I'd see that dying,
I I'd spend my whole life flying,
For dying is that art of keeping one world turning round

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

And trying, I thought I'd spend my trying,
I I could stop myself from lying,
For trying is that ancient art of that 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 dying is ancient art of growing flowers in the ground,
Yes it is...