Luyện nghe bài hát Ether sings

My wooden vibrating
Sing me your lover's
Come me we'll head up north
Where the rivers run icy and

The theater is lying cold
In the shadows of the
A church group enters to the molding
With a burst of song and a repast

Guitars can't but sing
Can't but ring

A tiny little flute is whistling in the
Of a stranger on the
A tiny little girl ties to her wrists
And the bees 'round to adorn her

All the time spent dreaming is lost
Dreams come through the bells of trumpeting horns
Souls out in the ether of death
back wise in the eyes and the arms of newborns

Hearts help but sing
Can't help but