Luyện nghe bài hát Work, Not Play

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

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 . . .
This is not play"

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

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

"I need a day"And she said:
"I know more than one way,
But I my judgement day . . ."

Refrain

To sleep without
So distant the mirror
clarity, disguising
All the terror . . . I a thousand bells
From a old cathedrals
They rang . . . I haven't them since
A past my decadence
The hears the bell

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