Luyện nghe bài hát Work, Not Play

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

And the beast the bell; he comes
Out of the shadows. He rips apart the . . .
And he

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

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

She was standing, on the balcony
Her black, black folded over her eyelids
Like sheets on motel . . .
She must be reds
This place is filled mirrors
It what she said
And she

"I need a day"And she said:
"I know there's than one way,
But I my judgement day . . ."

Refrain

To without dreams
So distant the mirror
Imitating clarity,
All the terror . . . I heard a bells
From a old cathedrals
They rang . . . I haven't heard them
A decade my decadence
The hears the bell

I'm to be a singer
A of the flames
A of a fire
And a son a name