Luyện nghe bài hát Dr.Watson, I Presume

I sat in a motel room the doctor
Just before we were to sing
He said regarding this wing
This and clipped misshapen thing
on from claw to ring
Hung upside down and
Pecking at carrion of the


On frozen

in a crust no more
They down 4 and 20
Bloodstained the of want and plenty
Now raven standing at his
Stared with eyes of molten

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

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

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

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

Soon these secrets be scattered
Heaven knows what lies
It a moment to discover
A to decide

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