Luyện nghe bài hát Dr.Watson, I Presume

I sat in a room with the doctor
Just before we supposed to sing
He said regarding guardian wing
This black and clipped thing
Hobbling on from claw to
Hung upside down and
at carrion of the fallen


On frozen

Blackbird in a crust no
fell down 4 and 20
Bloodstained the land of and plenty
Now standing at his shoulder
Stared with of molten solder

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

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

One follow
Two sorrow
Three for
Four ever
Five-foot flood the waters hit
Six deep, the eternal pit

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

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

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