Luyện nghe bài hát Flickering Flame

When my neurons conspire to my thoughts
from divorce and competitive sports
Back to the where all rivers run to the sea
Then I be free
Yes I be free

On a see-saw in a land
The sat on the Cardinal's hand
And the fiddlers
And the planners what would be
On a back seat in a room
Sat Malone and Leopold Bloom
Until the police came down with a new
And them clean

Like
Like the Eskimo
the Blackfoot
And like the
Like Horse
I'll be the last one to lay my gun

On the open in a bar room
A pick up band plays a new
When the coloured girls
I feel my boom
When a new song hits the note
When a clearing sky an old boat
When an strikes the mote
From own eye

Geronimo
Like the Eskimo
Like the
And like the
Crazy Horse
I'll be the one to lay down my gun

Just out of
Beyond the range
I'll feel the of a flickering flame

On an African Plain by a thorn
My old Philippe is waiting for me
Que cera,
What ever will be be
When a friend dies and the rise
From that deep well never runs dry
And the break their bracelets
And the men take their outside

In a on the rue St Denis
The red curtain pulls back to reveal
The place the dark side meets the angel in me
The in me

When my pause in my quest for applause
When my ego lets go of my end of the
To focus instead on the love is precious to me
Then I be free
I be free