Luyện nghe bài hát Eyeless In Holloway

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

They lost 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 boss and
And told a girl of the by the sea
Said to her, would you like to go me?

Wind is turned and the trucks
And the singers changed and the hard to
And in with changes, out with time
left but walking down the line

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

Dragging loose less the den
And I come out less with wear
More to fit than be feeling now
She is aware that he is how

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

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

They eyes in old city streets
the funeral pyres burned the last of the meek

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