Luyện nghe bài hát Federal Hill

Lost in my art, by my I'm consumed
Shut away from the world
My home this lonely attic

my window, the great unknown
The etched with mystery
and unfulfilled
Sunset and I train my eyes
on spectral unreachable plane
called Federal

For months the typewriter ribbon
nameless nightmares of horror and
My canvas holds the dry paint
of images both hellish and blood red

Over the and towers stands
the steeple in deep black
the flaming orange sky
An obsession drawing me in,
the dark whispers calling my name,
on to Hill

by a restless spirit, I stare out the window
and the looking glass
The forbidding church stirs my thoughts
From dawn to dusk, so the hours

Over the rooftops and towers
the steeple awash in black
against the orange sky
An obsession it's me in,
the dark whispers calling my name,
on to Hill

Now the has left me
and I to be inspired
The secrets of the
upon the have sparked the fire
I resolve to climb the streets
to see the things unseen and travel on this
into the wreathed world of dream

Over the rooftops and towers
the steeple in deep black
the flaming orange sky
An it's drawing me in,
the dark church whispers my name,
on to Hill