Luyện nghe bài hát Dr.Watson, I Presume

I sat in a motel with the doctor
before we were supposed to sing
He said this guardian wing
black and clipped misshapen thing
Hobbling on from claw to
upside down and cawing
Pecking at carrion of the


On frozen

Blackbird in a crust no
They fell 4 and 20
the land of want and plenty
Now standing at his shoulder
Stared with eyes of molten

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

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

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

Seven and seven pleas
To eight imagined
Cat o' nine
Cat of lives
Brides turned into old tales
complexion colours then it pales
And into the it sails

Soon these secrets be scattered
Heaven knows what inside
It took a to discover
A lifetime to

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