Luyện nghe bài hát Wrong Century (4:22)

Last thing I
I was on a hill
Shaking out my long hair
I heard the of an angel
Rising the trees
I made my way to the
And it was
Now I am
I don't recognize this
Where are made of
Glass and
A man is walking me
And looking pretty strange
He says, "Girl, I you've
to the wrong century"
Now let me get straight, Man
Not am I woman
But I'm in this spooky world?
Where everybody too fast and
are all the trees?
I don't I can live
In this wrong
Get me out of
Show me to my
Get me out of
I miss my
I will not live in
Of
I am a man
I think I can understand

Is this it stands now?
Must I
In this grey and dismal
It's plain to see I'm a
clear I do not blend
Still I a home
In this century
Get me out of
me to my homeland
Get me out of
I my hill
I not live in fear
Of
I am a man
man
Get me out of
Show me to my
Get me out of
I my hill
I will not live in
Of
I am a man
man
I don't I can understand