Luyện nghe bài hát Work, Not Play

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

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

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

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

She was standing, on the balcony
Her black, eyes folded over her eyelids
Like sheets on beds . . .
She must be reds
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 sleep dreams
So distant from the
Imitating clarity,
All the . . . I heard a thousand bells
From a thousand old
They rang . . . I haven't heard since
A decade my decadence
The beast the bell

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