Luyện nghe bài hát Flickering Flame

When my conspire to direct my thoughts
Away from and competitive sports
Back to the where all rivers run to the sea
Then I shall be
Yes I shall be

On a see-saw in a land
The jackdaw sat on the hand
And the fiddlers
And the planners plan would be
On a seat in a court room
Sat Molly and Leopold Bloom
Until the police came down a new broom
And swept them

Like
Quinn the Eskimo
Like the
And like the
Like Crazy
I'll be the last one to lay my gun

On the road in a bar room
A pick up plays a new tune
the coloured girls sing
I feel my heart
When a new song the right note
When a clearing sky an old boat
When an strikes the mote
From own eye

Like
Quinn the Eskimo
Like the
And the Arapaho
Like Crazy
I'll be the last one to lay my gun

Just out of
the next range
I'll feel the heat of a flickering

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

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

my synapses 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 shall be
I be free