Luyện nghe bài hát White City

Keith was the sole
was the sole inhabitant
Keith woke the fountain
From his dreams of china
Far from the clatter of autobanks
That keep up money!
It into the kind of joke
That Keith feels funny
City
White
talked in alphanumerals
Keith in alphanumerals
Keith built a cathedral
of an octahedron
Where he hide from young Orwellians
Who would trample brothers!
A thin white powder on everything
But is the colour of
The City
White
City
So - are you
With this vision created
Should have known you'd rest
Til we're all
And you you are the best.