Luyện nghe bài hát Work, Not Play

The rings . . .
It's a decade my decadence
My wears rings and he's waiting
In the of my hesitations, my silent
Hesitations . . . image 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 rips 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
trail me until . . . here comes the night

She was standing, standing on the
Her black, black folded over her eyelids
Like sheets on beds . . .
She must be reds
This place is filled mirrors
It echoes she said
And she

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

Refrain

To without dreams
So distant the mirror
Imitating clarity,
All the terror . . . I heard a bells
From a thousand old
They rang . . . I haven't heard since
A decade my decadence
The beast hears the

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