Luyện nghe bài hát Turning

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

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

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

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

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

And trying, I I'd spend my seasons trying,
I thought I could stop myself 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...