Luyện nghe bài hát Work, Not Play

The rings . . .
It's a decade past my
My wears rings and he's waiting
In the of my hesitations, my silent
Hesitations . . . Each image is so
It seems I have no
The of the air confuse all my demands

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

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

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

She was standing, standing on the
Her black, black eyes over her eyelids
Like on motel beds . . .
She be eatin' reds
This is filled with mirrors
It what she said
And she

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

Refrain

To sleep without
So distant the mirror
Imitating clarity,
All the terror . . . I a thousand bells
From a old cathedrals
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