Luyện nghe bài hát Cage the Song

God the songbird
Before the feathers run
God bar the
That we may though be sound

And this shall be shackled to her waters
Here we vow never to
Here we will stand at last for
no desire to pretend

Send up our to gilded idols
Their names etched in of palm
And scatter the ashes of the
Their freedom so hollow a

God cage the
Before the run brown
God bar the
That we may though be sound

Now the street lamp will be to her station
As the poor man is tethered to the
The wise man will be to his wisdom
As the is tethered to her creche

Was your hunger your awareness of
As your chances go to the past
You're tortured by the of the seasons
And each of sand in the glass

God cage the
Before the feathers run
God bar the
That we may though be sound