Luyện nghe bài hát Worn Out

Wonder the valley, tunnel feed the soil
Free advice with constant wit, never to
Bums rush o'er the high field with shoes of plastic lace
That untie at the first step, not the last wins the race

Herein lies my sure demise, 'haps my one bright
This or then the other tact falls right and to bleed
Can you hear a toneless rhyme between my bones and sunken
No, I think not, it's as if my thought has worn the clown's

Oh, my little worn out on a goddamn road
I to breath more than believe, a reason for this load

Is it my own version of a terrifying across
An unforgiving landscape, when all I want is
Unfolding here before me is an ugly naked
I know no than a drunkard in a circus dunk tank booth

The balls flying, one, two, three, in and down I go
People retch in laughter while I out for more
Now I'm dry electric shock, I watch the sky like a clock
I tie my plastic lace and then I go to my walk

Stuttering for or a comforting brush
Across the backs of my knees, mother sings to hush
a castle to the sky in honor of a man like sand
Who'll away in time and he will ne'er be here again

Oh, my little life worn out on a road
I live to breath than believe, a reason for this load