Luyện nghe bài hát Cage the Song

God the songbird
the feathers run brown
God bar the
we may though hollow be sound

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

Send up our prayers to idols
Their names etched in heartwood of
And scatter the of the contracts
Their so hollow a song

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

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

Was your your awareness of salvation
As your go slipping to the past
You're tortured by the changing of the
And each of sand in the glass

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