Luyện nghe bài hát Anchorage

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

Memory of a
Heart of the
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 keeps on burning for you
In the you keep on spurning
is hurting me

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

the captain's table
The silent diners
In the white of
The slowly crept

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

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

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

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

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

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

Strength of a
The of a cloud
The eyes of the
of a crowd

This afternoon is crushing
The are all closed today lady
Middle of is a long way down
I'd hate to see you your 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
about the size of a shoe box
The school of hard
box it out of me

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

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