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 . . . Each is so clear;
It seems I no hands
The of the air confuse all my demands

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 more than one way . . .
is work not play"

I see the of my childhood . . .
Dressed in blue, trail me in the night
They these cars with real upholstery
They trail me until . . . here 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 what she said
And she

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

Refrain

To sleep without
So distant the mirror
Imitating clarity,
All the terror . . . I a thousand bells
a thousand old cathedrals
They rang . . . I heard them since
A decade past my
The hears the bell

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