Luyện nghe bài hát Twelve Thirty

I used to in new york city
Every thing there was and dirty
Outside my window was a
With a clock always said 12: 30

Young are coming to the canyon
And in the I can see them walking
I can no longer my blinds drawn
And I cant myself from talking.

At so strange to feel so friendly
To say morning and really mean it
To feel changes happening in me
But not to till I feel it.

Young are coming to the canyon
And in the morning I can see them
I can no longer keep my drawn
And I cant myself from talking.

Cloudy waters cast no
Images of beauty lie stagnant
Vibrations in no direction
And lie there into fragments.

Young girls are to the canyon
And in the morning I can see them
I can no longer keep my drawn
And I cant keep myself talking.