Luyện nghe bài hát Brian Eno

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

Past the gates, stark
The roses trimmed and the windows
I see the through a limestone crack
Not red, not blue, not but black
And all the spaces for you
If the sky was synthesized you'd probably

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

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

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

Dipping in metaphors, yeah
But does he know?
We're always one behind him
Brian Eno, Brian Eno

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

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

Yeah, making sure that time's preserved well
We what we sow
We're one step behind him
Brian Eno

Yeah, I can tell that he's well, yeah
But what does he
I'm always one behind him
Brian Eno

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

I can tell that he's kind of
But what does he
I will be a step behind him
He's Eno

Yeah, he's making that time's preserved well
We reap we sow
I'm always one step him
I don't know Brian Eno