Luyện nghe bài hát Behind The Sea (alternate Version)

Our daydream spills from my head
free of my wooden neck
Left a nod sleeping waves
Like bait for bathing cod
Floating flocks of swans
drift across wax ponds

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

the fine folks casting silver crumbs
To us the dock
Jinxed things ringing as they
Through tiny cracks in the
Scarecrow now its to hatch
Sprouting and ageless daughters

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

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

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

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