Luyện nghe bài hát Worn Out

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

lies 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 bones and eyes?
No, I think not, it's as if my thought has worn the clown's

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

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

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

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

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