Luyện nghe bài hát Work, Not Play

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

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

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

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

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

Refrain

To without dreams
So from the mirror
clarity, disguising
All the terror . . . I heard a bells
a thousand old cathedrals
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