Luyện nghe bài hát Featherflute

Kilja is my bird, she cannot
has boiled her strings
She said: "Built hut on my wing"

Kilja is the who 'catch my fall
from a bridge with suicide
Now I try to wake her call

Quiet waves my sill
is the miracle
And the lust of my new born trust
can excite us like a moon in love

writes a poem line in the sand
'bout a norwegian shore bend
a filter breaks the sunstand
Secrets in your ever changing
makes my voice to substitute
'cause I know means the "Featherflute"

Quiet my window sill
Real is the
And the virgin lust of my new born
can excite us us like a cannon of the winds

Quiet waves my window
is the miracle
And the virgin lust of my new born
can excite us and us
Sometimes I to fall your cure,
then it's jealousy rules
'cause your bride
would pull a charming bird your urge