Luyện nghe bài hát Brian Eno

So tired, searching
I the sounds to a cathedral
my surprise to find that
They were by Brian Eno

Past the gates, quite
The roses trimmed and the windows
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 you'd probably

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

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

When I was stuck he'd make me elaborate curses
Tinctures and formulas to ditch the chori and flip the
My foundation came unglued
When I tried to humanize by light

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

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

Well, all alone by the stone
Where the shade grow
The creature by the
Feature with a glow

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

Yeah, I can tell that he's doing well,
But does he know?
I'm always one step him
He's Eno

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

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

Yeah, he's making that time's preserved well
We reap we sow
I'm always one step him
'Cause I know Brian Eno