Luyện nghe bài hát Where Are You Calling From?

Here the black heart of my rancor
The speed of life dulls my
I beat no drum for anymore
Might have more I deserve

The golden age of being
Has turned into the life and times of being confused
And I feel it too when I'm alone in my room waiting for that light to
The little song I miss, a ghost that's singing

I saw somebody jump a at the station
He barely made the doors, took a seat to a stranger
I saw her as she brushed his body passing in the aisle
And I heard, "Where are you calling tonight?"

I don't dismiss it that I it
To disappear in something
A few new faces fill the spaces a river of names
And all the names just out

This work can occupy my
But it won't convince my body that been satisfied
And I'm most alive and I'm most like in my dreams
Your eyes the mis-remembered me
With a that's singing

I saw somebody a turnstile at the station
Barely the doors, took a seat next to a stranger
I saw her eyes as she brushed his passing in the aisle
And I said, "Where are you from tonight?
Where are you calling from tonight? Where are you from tonight?
When are we home?"

When we coming
we coming home?
When we home?

Saw somebody jump a at the station
Barely the doors, took a seat next to a stranger
Saw her eyes, she brushed his passing in the aisle