Luyện nghe bài hát Dr.Watson, I Presume

I sat in a motel room the doctor
Just before we were supposed to
He regarding this guardian wing
This black and clipped misshapen
Hobbling on from claw to
Hung down and cawing
at carrion of the fallen


On mooring

Blackbird in a crust no
fell down 4 and 20
Bloodstained the land of want and
Now raven at his shoulder
Stared eyes of molten solder

Dripping on a box
keys to locks
Seven talents where hidden
Mysterious and forbidden

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

One will
Two unknown
Three for
ever after
Five-foot flood when the hit
Six deep, the eternal pit

prayers and seven pleas
To eight imagined
Cat o' nine
Cat of nine
Brides into old wives tales
Your complexion then it pales
And into the sunset it

Soon these will be scattered
Heaven knows what lies
It took a moment to
A to decide

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