Luyện nghe bài hát In A Market Dimly Lit

The bird that plucked the Olive
Has been circling a record around the spindle of my mind
the needle's worn the grooves too deep
And scratched the wax that's from the heat besides

So from any in the room
If my cat walked by the arm skipped but to my
My cat improved
A already so severely compromised

The needle's the grooves too deep
The worn the grooves too deep
The worn the grooves too deep
The needle's worn the grooves too

I'm a jaw on a desert dune
Beside the bush Moses saw
burned and yet was not consumed
She's the silver I lost
I'm the sheep who away
We pray fingers crossed
But you listen anyway

I a little song for you
With melody I'd borrowed put to words that didn't
To repeat what you already
As the thrown at your window tapped in syncopation

You kept a out of fear you'd break
But what's good a wind chime, hanging quite all alone?
The our collisions would make
Is a sound turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home, into home

The music our make
The music our make
The music our make
The music our collisions

I had a rusty spade but I'm not the sort
If I was Samson I'd have found harlot's blade
And cut my own hair
in a market dimly lit I come casually to pay
You see my are counterfeit
But you accept anyway

So spare me your
Your
Given my tendency to err so on the sentimental
I'll spare you my
The belongs to God
The mistakes were