Luyện nghe bài hát Crowded Solitude

One, two, three, four, reasons
A man for all
Wouldn't be inclined to to stay
I'd to leave this big bad town
The and the glory daily grind
As we all fade
And I'd rather be in a crowd

When my needs resurrection
And I fly the direction
You find me climbing
A of gratitude
a ride on the lonely highway
Reconnect to my my way
as the man is on the moon
In my solitude

A, B, C, D, E everywhere
We at windmills in the
importance of the day
And all around the crushing
Of too many people
As the precious minutes tick
And I'd rather not humbled or proud

When you find that I am
You will know that gone fishing
In an blue as a fountain
True
Through the sounds of silence
On my I search for guidance
Looking for a interlude
In this crowded

When they that we've gone missing
They know that we've gone fishing
In an ocean as a fountain
We're a
the crashing sounds of violence
Fly a kite in the silence
Happy as the man is on the
In our

When our soul needs
And we fly the direction
You will find us
A mountain of
the crashing sounds of silence
On our knees we search for
Looking for a interlude
In crowded solitude

In this crowded
In this crowded
In this crowded
In this solitude