Luyện nghe bài hát Work, Not Play

The bell . . .
a decade past my decadence
My beast wears rings and waiting
In the shadows of my hesitations, my
Hesitations . . . Each is so clear;
It seems I no hands
The gestures of the air confuse all my

And the beast hears the he comes
Out of the shadows. He apart 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 me in the night
drive these cars with real upholstery
They trail me until . . . here comes the

She was standing, on the balcony
Her black, black eyes over her eyelids
Like on motel beds . . .
She must be eatin'
This place is filled mirrors
It echoes what she
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 from the
clarity, disguising
All the terror . . . I a thousand bells
From a thousand old
They rang . . . I haven't heard them
A past my decadence
The hears the bell

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