Luyện nghe bài hát Knife

Turn and the world turns on, we're riding out with the
All up once again like a thousand times before
the blessed sun and the coming day
And the years don't change a thing - the rush remains the
And I like a knife, these days are calling
I feel like a knife, sharpened like
Touched by the hand of the gods on golden mornings
I feel a knife for you

on the way down to the sea on the wide and lonely roads
The scent of summer and the warm fever of dreams
Beneath the stars, with the music loud
We're dancing spinning round in the cascading lights
And I like a knife . . .

These days to remember it was that we came from
What was it we wanted before all the changes
And the hardest part is choosing and watching all the closing
No turning back, no turning

Well the years and the miles don't a thing
The blood the same
It's a dream in a dream in a dream in a
the darkness rushing by again
And I feel a knife . . .