Luyện nghe bài hát Brian Eno

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

Past the gates, stark
The roses trimmed and the windows
I see the walls a limestone crack
Not red, not blue, not yellow but
And all the left for you
If the sky was synthesized you'd know

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

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

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

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

He promised worlds
And all the silence I could of
Brian Peter, George St.
Le De La Salle Eno

Well, all by the oldest stone
Where the trees grow
The creature by the
with a ghostly glow

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

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

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

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

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