Luyện nghe bài hát Brian Eno

So tired, searching
I followed the sounds to a
Imagine my surprise to find
They produced by Brian Eno

Past the gates, quite
The roses trimmed and the dark
I see the walls through a limestone
Not red, not blue, not but black
And all the left for you
If the sky was synthesized probably know

He me many things
The of oblique stratagems
The prophet of a soul
Presented through creative
And I say is true
'Cause if I was telling lies it'd show

I can tell that he's kind of
But what does he
We're always one step him
He's Eno, Brian Eno

I was stuck he'd make me memorize elaborate curses
Tinctures and to ditch the chori and flip the verses
My whole came unglued
I tried to humanize by ambient light

Dipping swords in metaphors,
But what does he
We're always one step him
Brian Eno, Brian Eno

He promised pretty
And all the I could dream of
Brian Peter, St. John
Le Baptiste De La Eno

Well, all alone by the oldest
the shade trees grow
The creature by the
Feature with a glow

Yeah, he's making that time's preserved well
We what we sow
We're always one behind him
He's Eno

Yeah, I can tell he's doing well, yeah
But what he know?
I'm one step behind him
He's Eno

Yeah, dipping swords in metaphors,
But what does he
I can see you forests 'cause I don't know
Eno

I can tell that he's of smiling
But does he know?
I will always be a step him
He's Eno

Yeah, he's making sure that time's well
We what we sow
I'm always one behind him
'Cause I know Brian Eno