Luyện nghe bài hát The Crowd

Lord my hands
let me sing inside the crowded
let me dance among the traffic
we're going to
on the St Kilda

Lord my feet
let me mingle with the good we meet
water up into the street
my feet

'The apparition of faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet black
Ezra Pound the formula
our houses are
but is curved not angular
so when things start to

rain still on the halls of power
new babies being born hour
and the keeps watch on the old
clock
me. . .

On the train I refrain sitting with
and shoulders bowed
they told me time is of the
no wandering
but I saw a pretty girl
whos stood out in the crowd
went ten past my stop waiting for
her to around
I'm another clown kicking around in
Melbourne
cooling out, relaxing the
world go
so if you ever the time
and you to go drink some wine
I'd rather greet you a smile
than greet you a frown. . .

Lord my hands
let me sing inside the trams
let me dance among the jams
we're to sleep
on the St sands

unbind my feet
let me with the good people
we
rising up into the street
unbind my