Luyện nghe bài hát Eyeless In Holloway

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

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

He filled his and he tipped his cap
And a to toot with the boss and that
And told a of the summer by the sea
Said to her, would you like to go me?

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

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

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

Then her sweetness and his sweeter
And her swimming 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 last of the

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

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