Luyện nghe bài hát Turning

Flying, I thought I'd never learn that
I thought I'd spend my life trying,
For flying is that ancient art of one foot on the ground...

Lying, I thought I'd never keep lying,
I thought I'd it all by sighing,
For lying is ancient art of hiding words that will never be found

Crying, I thought I'd never stop crying,
I thought I'd always dream of
For crying is that ancient art of weeping into the ground

Oh dying, I thought I'd never see dying,
I thought I'd my whole life flying,
For is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round

Sighing, I thought I'd never from sighing
I thought I'd be there crying,
For sighing is that ancient art of breathing all around

And trying, I thought I'd my seasons trying,
I thought I could myself from lying,
For trying is that ancient art of that the world is round

Oh flying, oh oh, lying, oh oh, crying, oh oh, sighing, oh oh,
Trying, oh oh, and dying, oh oh,
For dying is that art of growing flowers in the ground,
Yes it is...