Luyện nghe bài hát Dr.Watson, I Presume

I sat in a motel room the doctor
Just we were supposed to sing
He said regarding guardian wing
This black and clipped misshapen
Hobbling on claw to ring
upside down and cawing
Pecking at carrion of the


On mooring

in a crust no more
They fell 4 and 20
the land of want and plenty
Now standing at his shoulder
Stared with eyes of molten

on a lacquer box
Introducing to locks
Seven there where hidden
Mysterious and some

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

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

Seven and seven pleas
To eight imagined
Cat o' nine
Cat of lives
Brides turned into old tales
Your colours then it pales
And into the it sails

Soon secrets will be scattered
Heaven knows what inside
It a moment to discover
A to decide

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