Luyện nghe bài hát Work, Not Play

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

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

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

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

She was standing, standing on the
Her black, black folded over her eyelids
Like sheets on motel . . .
She be eatin' reds
This place is with mirrors
It what she said
And she

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

Repeat

To sleep dreams
So distant from the
clarity, disguising
All the terror . . . I a thousand bells
a thousand old cathedrals
They . . . I haven't heard them since
A decade past my
The beast hears the

I'm to be a singer
A singer of the
A thinker of a
And a son a name