Luyện nghe bài hát Twelve Thirty

I used to in new york city
Every thing there was dark and
Outside my was a steeple
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 keep myself talking.

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

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

Cloudy cast no reflection
Images of beauty lie stagnant
Vibrations bounce in no
And lie shattered into fragments.

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