Luyện nghe bài hát Anchorage

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

Memory of a
of the flame
Talking in a lark's
And more of the

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 life you keep on
is hurting me

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

the captain's table
The diners slept
In the white of
The distance slowly

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 on spurning
Everything is me
'thing is me

of a mute
The passion of a
early on an Easter Sunday
Just the cock

The of a statue
The of a rat
The street was empty
But then you saw through

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

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 is crushing down
The bars are all closed lady
of town is a long way down
I'd to see you break your crown

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

Music of the
Tempts the
Nature, you don't
A nice delicious

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

The ice in my
A message in the
like a sinking boat
You coat with sympathy

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