Luyện nghe bài hát Federal Hill

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

Outside my window, the unknown
The streets etched mystery
and unfulfilled
Sunset approaches and I train my
on spectral unreachable plane
called Federal

For months the typewriter ribbon
nightmares of horror and dread
My canvas holds the fresh dry
of images hellish and deep blood red

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

Gripped by a spirit, I stare out the window
and through the looking
The forbidding stirs my inner thoughts
From dawn to dusk, so the pass

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

Now the has left me
and I long to be
The of the church
upon the hill sparked the fire
I to climb the city streets
to see the things unseen and travel on this
the smoke wreathed world of dream

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