Luyện nghe bài hát Anchorage

Scales of an
Wings of a
here in the future
With the racket you make

of a scream
Heart of the
Talking in a lark's
And of the same

Green ice is on the
the way the dead have felt
Nothing like the way my name is
But I belt it out

returning
My torch keeps on for you
In the life you on spurning
is hurting me

Mouth of a
The fingers of a
The trees get used for
Growing shoots

the captain's table
The silent diners
In the of morning
The slowly crept

And the ice in my
And the hit of the
And the great icy
I it on to you

Darkness
My torch on burning for you
In the life you keep on
Everything is me
'thing is me

of a mute
The passion of a
Waking early on an Easter
before the cock

The motion of a
The of a rat
The street was empty
But then you saw that

And the ice in the box
off the shelf in blocks
Down at the
Well I was not to be discovered

returning
My torch on burning for you
In the life you on spurning
is hurting me

Strength of a
The of a cloud
The of the star
of a crowd

This afternoon is down
The bars are all closed lady
Middle of town is a long way
I'd hate to see you your crown

And the ice in my
My drink in lap
a process in a trap
I'll it out of you
it out of you

Music of the
Tempts the
Nature, you know
A delicious ache

The of a fox
Love about the of a shoe box
The school of knocks
box it out of me

The ice in my
A in the note
Just like a sinking
You coat yourself with

Darkness
My torch keeps on for you
In the life you on spurning
is hurting me 'thing is hurting me