Luyện nghe bài hát The Crowd

Lord my hands
let me inside the crowded trams
let me among the traffic jams
we're to sleep
on the St Kilda

Lord unbind my
let me with the good people we meet
water rising up the street
my feet

'The apparition of faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet black
Pound found the formula
our are rectangular
but life is not angular
so when start to strangular

rain still falls on the of power
new babies being born hour
and the eagle keeps on the old
clock
me. . .

On the train I refrain from sitting
and shoulders bowed
they told me is of the essence
no wandering
but then I saw a pretty
whos stood out in the crowd
went ten minutes past my waiting for
her to around
I'm just another clown kicking in
Melbourne
out, relaxing watching the
world go
so if you ever the time
and you want to go drink wine
I'd rather greet you with a
than you with a frown. . .

unchain my hands
let me sing inside the crowded
let me among the traffic jams
we're to sleep
on the St sands

unbind my feet
let me mingle with the good
we
water rising up into the
my feet