Luyện nghe bài hát Worn Out

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

Herein my sure demise, 'haps my one bright seed
This or then the other tact falls right and starts to
Can you hear a toneless rhyme between my and sunken eyes?
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 live to more than believe, a reason for this load

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

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

Stuttering for coffee or a comforting
Across the of both my knees, mother sings to hush
Make a castle to the sky in honor of a man like
wash away in time and he will ne'er be here again

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