Luyện nghe bài hát Flickering Flame

When my conspire to direct my thoughts
from divorce and competitive sports
Back to the where all rivers run to the sea
Then I be free
Yes I shall be

On a see-saw in a land
The jackdaw sat on the hand
And the fiddlers
And the planners what would be
On a back seat in a court
Sat Malone and Leopold Bloom
the police came down with a new broom
And swept clean

Geronimo
Like the Eskimo
Like the
And the Arapaho
Like Horse
be the last one to lay down my gun

On the open road in a bar
A pick up band plays a new
When the coloured sing
I feel my boom
When a new song hits the note
a clearing sky saves an old boat
When an insight strikes the
mine own eye

Like
Like the Eskimo
the Blackfoot
And like the
Crazy Horse
I'll be the last one to lay my gun

Just out of
Beyond the next
I'll feel the heat of a flickering

On an Plain by a thorn tree
My old friend is waiting for me
Que cera,
What ever be will be
When a friend dies and the tears
From deep well that never runs dry
And the women break their
And the men their whisky outside

In a on the rue St Denis
The red velvet curtain back to reveal
The place where the dark side meets the in me
The in me

When my synapses pause in my quest for
my ego lets go of my end of the bone
To focus instead on the that is precious to me
Then I be free
I be free