Luyện nghe bài hát Anchorage

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

of a scream
Heart of the
in a lark's 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

returning
My keeps on burning for you
In the you keep on spurning
is hurting me

Mouth of a
The fingers of a
The get used for rifles
lovely shoots

Around the table
The diners 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 torch keeps on for you
In the life you on spurning
is hurting me
'thing is me

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

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

And the ice in the box
Falling off the shelf in
at the docks
Well I was not to be discovered

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

Strength of a
The shape of a
The eyes of the
of a crowd

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

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 nice delicious

The of a fox
about the size of a shoe box
The school of hard
box it out of me

The ice in my
A in the note
Just a sinking boat
You coat yourself sympathy

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