Luyện nghe bài hát Dr.Watson, I Presume

I sat in a motel with the doctor
Just before we were to sing
He said regarding this guardian
This and clipped misshapen thing
Hobbling on from to ring
Hung upside and cawing
Pecking at carrion of the


On mooring

Blackbird in a no more
They fell 4 and 20
Bloodstained the land of and plenty
Now raven at his shoulder
Stared with eyes of molten

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

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

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

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

Soon these will be scattered
Heaven knows lies inside
It a moment to discover
A to decide

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