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 of the porter's daughters
Dips her in the deadly waters
Ooh, to do in a tiny canoe?

Black
were six of us, but now we are five
We're all
To keep the alive
There was a senator from
Who talked about a
That crashed on a hill in the of Peru

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

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

So its more realistic
To abandon such
And resign to be on a leaf in a vine

We're at the edges of time

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

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