Luyện nghe bài hát Carol Masters

(Gold/Lloyd/Echolette)

She sits by the
Stares into the
Just for a foreign sound from outside
Far beyond the atmospheres, she is for a call
To take her to herself
Oh I you so
He who's Master of the icy shots harm you in the morning
She that the pavement's hard, there between the stars
To travel on to

She is weeping
But there's not a
Just raindrops falling from the painted
The dance of the foraging bee number all the things
She has longing for since she was young
"I not pass this night in vain!"
She says, "I'll stand this kind of rain, I'll the glass,
find the path."
Yes, Carol to go to Mars, back, where the red-cold sun
Is sinking to the Channels of

Day through the grating
Someone moves a
And blisters dazzling on a glass
a pill and greet the day for sedative holidays
Why aren't you at night?!
...Oh I you so!
He who's Master of the icy shots won't harm you the evening
We shall meet tomorrow night, and I kiss you as tenderly
As kissed the deserts
We shall meet night, and I kiss you just as tenderly
As kissed the deserts