Luyện nghe bài hát Eyeless In Holloway

There's a man at hand, a way between
The sand and a crooked dream
And collared off at the modern age of
Summoned off for down the line

They eyes in old city streets
Where the pyres burned 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 girl of the by the sea
Said to her, would you like to go me?

Wind is and the concord trucks
And the singers and the hard to soft
And in with changes, 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 loose less the den
And I out less with 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 till the fury's bended
And lost in all might be to in time
What joy the darts be to walk the line

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

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

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