Luyện nghe bài hát Work, Not Play

The bell . . .
It's a past my decadence
My wears rings and he's waiting
In the shadows of my hesitations, my
Hesitations . . . Each image is so
It seems I no hands
The gestures of the air confuse all my

And the beast hears the he comes
Out of the shadows. He apart the shadows . . .
And he

"This is and not play"
And he
"There's more than one way . . .
This is not play"

I see the of my childhood . . .
Dressed in blue, they me in the night
They drive these cars real upholstery
They trail me . . . here comes the night

She was standing, on the balcony
Her black, black eyes folded over her
sheets on motel beds . . .
She must be eatin'
This is filled with mirrors
It echoes she said
And she

"I need a judgement day"And she
"I know more than one way,
But I want my day . . ."

Refrain

To sleep dreams
So from the mirror
Imitating clarity,
All the terror . . . I a thousand bells
From a thousand old
rang . . . I haven't heard them since
A past my decadence
The hears the bell

I'm cursed to be a
A of the flames
A thinker of a
And a son without a