Luyện nghe bài hát Flickering Flame

When my neurons conspire to direct my
Away from divorce and competitive
to the place where all rivers run to the sea
Then I shall be
Yes I be free

On a see-saw in a land
The jackdaw sat on the hand
And the played
And the plan what would be
On a back seat in a room
Sat Malone and Leopold Bloom
Until the police down with a new broom
And them clean

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

On the open road in a bar
A up band plays a new tune
When the coloured sing
I my heart boom
a new song hits the right note
When a sky saves an old boat
an insight strikes the mote
From own eye

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

out of sight
Beyond the range
I'll feel the heat of a flame

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

In a pied-a-terre on the rue St
The red velvet curtain back to reveal
The place where the dark meets the angel in me
The in me

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