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 of the same

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

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

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

the captain's table
The silent slept
In the white of
The distance crept

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

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

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

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

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

returning
My torch keeps on for you
In the life you keep on
Everything is me

of a lamb
The of a cloud
The eyes of the
of a crowd

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

And the ice in my
My in your lap
Just a process in a
slap it out of you
it out of you

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

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 a sinking boat
You yourself with sympathy

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