Luyện nghe bài hát Federal Hill

Lost in my art, by my passions I'm
Shut away from the outside
My home this lonely room

Outside my window, the unknown
The streets etched with
and dreams
approaches and I train my eyes
on that spectral plane
Federal Hill

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

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

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

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

Now the muse has me
and I long to be
The secrets of the
upon the hill have sparked the
I resolve to the city streets
to see the things and travel on this journey
into the smoke wreathed world of

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