Luyện nghe bài hát Work, Not Play

The rings . . .
It's a decade my decadence
My beast wears rings and he's
In the of my hesitations, my silent
. . . Each image is so clear;
It seems I no hands
The gestures of the air all my demands

And the beast hears the he comes
Out of the shadows. He rips the shadows . . .
And he

"This is and not play"
And he
"There's always than one way . . .
This is not play"

I see the of my childhood . . .
Dressed in blue, they trail me in the
They drive these with real upholstery
They trail me . . . here comes the night

She was standing, standing on the
Her black, black eyes folded her eyelids
Like sheets on motel . . .
She be eatin' reds
This place is with mirrors
It echoes what she
And she

"I a judgement day"And she said:
"I know more than one way,
But I want my day . . ."

Repeat

To sleep without
So from the mirror
Imitating clarity,
All the terror . . . I heard a thousand
From a old cathedrals
rang . . . I haven't heard them since
A past my decadence
The beast hears the

I'm to be a singer
A singer of the
A thinker of a
And a son without a