Luyện nghe bài hát Dr.Watson, I Presume

I sat in a motel room the doctor
Just we were supposed to sing
He regarding this guardian wing
This and clipped misshapen thing
on from claw to ring
Hung down and cawing
Pecking at of the fallen


On frozen

in a crust no more
They down 4 and 20
Bloodstained the land of want and
Now raven standing at his
Stared with eyes of solder

Dripping on a box
Introducing keys to
Seven talents there where
and some forbidden

Take the honey the comb
Ravel thread the loom
Dig the dirt up the tomb
Dr. Watson, I

One follow
Two sorrow
for laughter
Four after
flood when the waters hit
Six feet deep, the pit

prayers and seven pleas
To imagined deities
Cat o' tails
Cat of nine
Brides turned old wives tales
Your complexion then it pales
And into the it sails

Soon these secrets be scattered
Heaven knows what inside
It took a moment to
A to decide

the honey from the comb
Ravel thread around the
Dig the dirt up the tomb
Dr. Watson, I