Luyện nghe bài hát Angela Carter

Angela puts down her typewriter
And at the snow
Her bones getting brittle, turning whiter
a long way to go

Counting the in the sky
Wondering where we are
Dreaming you didn't die
Morning isn't far

She in her own world
She lives in her own

little toyshop, playing with fireworks
She set fire to the
at the circus, an army of lovers
Like lightning to her

Indian river runs
right off of the page
Are you awake or
You think I would know by stage

Carter puts down her typewriter
And stares at the
Her bones getting brittle, turning whiter
a long way to go

Reflections by time
corrupted by youth
Now that you don't to lie
Why you tell us the truth?