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 wing
This black and misshapen thing
Hobbling on from to ring
Hung upside and cawing
Pecking at carrion of the


On frozen

Blackbird in a no more
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
talents there where hidden
Mysterious and some

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

One follow
Two unknown
Three for
Four after
Five-foot when the waters hit
Six feet deep, the pit

Seven prayers and pleas
To imagined deities
Cat o' nine
Cat of lives
turned into old wives tales
Your complexion colours it pales
And the sunset it sails

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

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