Luyện nghe bài hát Behind The Sea

Our daydream spills from my gold
Breaks free of my wooden
a nod over sleeping waves
Like bobbing for bathing cod
Floating flocks of swans
Slowly across wax ponds

The men all played along to drums
And boy did they fun behind the sea
They sang, 'So our matching legs are clocks
And all too small to talk to God
Yes, all too smart to talk to God'

the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us from the
things ringing as they leak
Through tiny in the boardwalk
Scarecrow now its time to
sons and ageless daughters

Don't you know, you know
That those watermelon smiles just cant underwater
Just ripen underwater

The men all along to marching drums
And boy did they fun behind the sea
They sang, 'So our matching legs are marching
And were all too to talk to God
Yeah, all too smart to talk to God
Oh, all too smart to talk to God'

Oh, waves of wooden legs, of wooden legs
Waves of wooden
Waves of wooden legs, of wooden legs
of wooden legs

Waves of wooden legs, waves of wooden
of wooden legs
Waves of legs, waves of wooden legs
Waves of wooden