Luyện nghe bài hát Sheep

Walking, thinking, feeling,
Uncovering and discovering new about myself
And this mad world me
Many philosophies, many tongues, many dialects and
Different styles but wild is
is calm, but cool is mature

Most cats are kids at heart
Now business along with the art
A chef with words, a chef herbs
A chef vegetables, soy products and bean curd

Some look at my face and say, You're quite
And I say, Why, 'cos I'm not down the herd?

Of the world I haven't much
But with the mind I escape the ghetto's
cigarettes, ass bets on celo games
Abandoned and colorful names on walls

Suburb days were filled sun rays
And crooked cops who looked at me
Singin' same old song
ya from, 'cos here you don't belong
Long strolls my soul like a scroll
Telling many stories

Some look at my face and say, You're absurd
And I say, Why, 'cos I'm not down with the

I an' I up the sky, who be the sun
To stir up your adrenaline African drums
Status quo, no, with the grain, no
I got my own

Similar to none, dangerous itchy fingers on guns
Yet graceful swans but there's a built in bomb
Must defuse, choose, right or wrong, win or lose
Born to die, that's why I ask, Why is it so hard to get a piece of the

Some at my face and say, You're quite absurd?
And I say, Why, 'cos I'm not down with the