Luyện nghe bài hát Twelve Thirty

I to live in new york city
Every thing there was and dirty
Outside my was a steeple
a clock that always said 12: 30

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

At first so strange to so friendly
To say good morning and really it
To feel these changes in me
But not to notice till I it.

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

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

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