Luyện nghe bài hát Backwater

We're sailing at the edges of

We're at the waterline
Oh, floating in the coastal waters
You and me and the daughters
Ooh, to do? Not a sausage to do

And the shorter of the daughters
her hand in the deadly waters
Ooh, to do in a tiny canoe?

water
There six of us, but now we are five
all talking
To keep the alive
There was a senator from
Who about a meteor
That crashed on a hill in the south of

And was found by a
Who took it to the
And he passed it on to a guru

His
Was slated for divine
He her
He her how to split and define
But if you the logistics and heuristics of the mystics
You will find that their rarely move in a line

So its much more
To such ballistics
And resign to be trapped on a leaf in a

We're sailing at the edges of

We're drifting at the
Oh, we're floating in the coastal
You and me and the porter's
Ooh, what to do? Not a to do

And the shorter of the porter's
Dips her hand in the deadly
Ooh, to do in a tiny canoe?