Luyện nghe bài hát Where Are You Calling From?

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

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

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

I dismiss it that I feel it
To disappear in loud
A few new faces fill the spaces with a of names
And all the just filter out

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

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

we coming home?
When we coming
When we coming

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