Luyện nghe bài hát In A Market Dimly Lit

The bird that the Olive Leaf
Has been circling like a around the spindle of my mind
Where the needle's worn the too deep
And scratched the wax blistered from the heat besides

So from any movement in the
If my cat walked by the arm but to my surprise
My interrupting cat
A sound already so compromised

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

I'm a jaw on a desert dune
Beside the bush Moses saw
That burned and yet was not
She's the coin I lost
I'm the sheep who slipped
We with fingers crossed
But you patiently anyway

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

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

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

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

So spare me goodbyes
Your
my tendency to err so on the sentimental side
I'll you my goodbyes
The belongs to God
The were mine