Luyện nghe bài hát Anchorage

Scales of an
of a snake
Living in the future
With the racket you make

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

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

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

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

Around the table
The silent slept
In the of morning
The slowly 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
Everything is me
'thing is me

of a mute
The of a rock
Waking on an Easter Sunday
before the cock

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

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

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

of a lamb
The shape of a
The of the star
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 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 ache

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

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

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