Luyện nghe bài hát Work, Not Play

The bell . . .
It's a decade past my
My wears rings and he's waiting
In the shadows of my hesitations, my
Hesitations . . . image is so clear;
It I have no hands
The gestures of the air confuse all my

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 than one way . . .
is work not play"

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

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 with
It what she said
And she

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

Repeat

To sleep dreams
So distant from the
Imitating clarity,
All the terror . . . I a thousand bells
From a thousand old
rang . . . I haven't heard them since
A decade my decadence
The beast the bell

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