Luyện nghe bài hát Dr.Watson, I Presume

I sat in a motel room with the
Just before we were supposed to
He said regarding this wing
This black and clipped thing
Hobbling on claw to ring
upside down and cawing
Pecking at of the fallen


On frozen

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

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

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

One follow
Two sorrow
for laughter
Four after
Five-foot when the waters hit
Six deep, the eternal pit

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

Soon these secrets be scattered
Heaven what lies inside
It took a moment to
A lifetime to

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