Luyện nghe bài hát Eyeless In Holloway

There's a man at hand, a way between
The sinking sand and a dream
And off at the modern 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 filled his boots and he his cap
And a root to with the boss and that
And told a of the summer by the sea
Said to her, you like to go with me?

Wind is and the concord trucks
And the singers changed and the to soft
And in changes, always out with time
Nothing left but down the line

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

Dragging less through the den
And I come out less sporting wear
More to fit than you'd be now
She is aware that he is how

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

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

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

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