Luyện nghe bài hát Anchorage

Scales of an
of a snake
Living here in the
With the racket that you

of a scream
Heart of the
Talking in a tongue
And more of the

ice is on the melt
Just the way the have felt
Nothing the way my name is spelt
But I belt it out

Darkness
My torch on burning for you
In the life you keep on
is hurting me

Mouth of a
The of a flute
The trees get used for
Growing lovely

Around the table
The silent slept
In the of morning
The distance crept

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

returning
My keeps on burning for you
In the you keep on spurning
Everything is me
'thing is me

of a mute
The of a rock
early on an Easter Sunday
Just before the

The motion of a
The of a rat
The was almost empty
But you saw through that

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

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
Cruelty of a

afternoon is crushing down
The are all closed today lady
Middle of town is a way down
I'd hate to see you break your

And the ice in my
My drink in lap
Just a process in a
slap 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 size of a box
The school of hard
box it out of me

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

returning
My torch keeps on for you
In the you keep on spurning
Everything is me 'thing is hurting me