Luyện nghe bài hát Chumming The Oceans

South of the river's
Migration slopes towards mainland.
There, the air
Fills the gills of the bait in hand.

The is in riot, the coastline is quiet
and divided in bands.
While beer halls all revil, and disheveled,
Helplessly wading the is down.

And chumming the oceans.
The is sent,
Recieved and to.
The is red, red, red, red.

We're downed, downed as the of god
the driftwood with dead weight and brine.
And the detailed decline
Via cuts, hooks, sink and line.

The anchors setlled, the tanks are full level.
The flag has been half-mast on the bow.
And harpoons are loaded, the cage has lowered.
The on, the diver is down, now.

And chumming the oceans.
The signal is
I he's in trouble.
The is red, red, red, red.