Luyện nghe bài hát Crooked Tiles

The sky keeps on
The sun is
Don't wake the
The light show the cracks in her face

The on its ancient last legs
round the sun
Like a drunk a lamp post
And I shut my sore from cursing
And my eyes that are of seeing

If I could off this feeling
Of guilty for living
Of never what others wanted
Of being inconvenient

Then suddenly the sun warm me
To the marrow of my
My could ride the breezes
Hover and flutter in the air