Luyện nghe bài hát Federal Hill

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

my window, the great unknown
The streets etched mystery
and unfulfilled
Sunset and I train my eyes
on that spectral plane
called Hill

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

Over the rooftops and towers
the steeple in deep black
against the flaming sky
An obsession drawing me in,
the dark church calling my name,
on to Federal

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

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

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

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