Luyện nghe bài hát Eyeless In Holloway

There's a man at hand, there's a way
The sinking and a crooked dream
And collared off at the age of nine
Summoned off for walking the line

lost eyes in old city streets
Where the funeral pyres the last of the meek

He his boots and he tipped his cap
And a root to toot with the and that
And a girl of the summer by the sea
Said to her, would you to go with me?

Wind is turned and the trucks
And the changed and the hard to soft
And in with changes, always out time
Nothing left but walking the line

They lost eyes in old streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the of the meek

Dragging loose through the den
And I come out less with sporting
to fit than you'd be feeling now
She is aware he is always how

Then her sweetness and his scented
And her fury's swimming till the bended
And lost in all might be to lost in
What joy the darts be to walk the line

They lost eyes in old streets
Where the funeral pyres burned the last of the

They lost eyes in old city
Where the funeral pyres the last of the meek

They lost in old city streets
Where the funeral burned the last of the meek