Luyện nghe bài hát Carol Masters

(Gold/Lloyd/Echolette)

She sits by the
Stares into the
Just waiting for a foreign sound from
Far beyond the atmospheres, she is for a call
To take her homewards to
Oh I you so
He who's of the icy shots won't harm you in the morning
She knows that the pavement's hard, there the stars
To on to Martian-Homesick-City

She is weeping
But not a tear
Just raindrops falling the painted ceiling
The dance of the foraging bee will number all the
She has been longing for she was young
"I will not pass this in vain!"
She says, "I'll stand this kind of rain, break the glass,
find the path."
Yes, Carol wants to go to Mars, back, the red-cold sun
Is sinking to the of A'DAAR

Day through the grating
Someone a chair
And sunlight blisters on a glass
Take a pill and greet the day for sedative
Why you sleeping at night?!
...Oh I you so!
He who's Master of the icy shots harm you till the evening
We shall meet tomorrow night, and I you just as tenderly
As CYGNUS the deserts
We shall tomorrow night, and I kiss you just as tenderly
As CYGNUS the deserts