Luyện nghe bài hát Federal Hill

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

Outside my window, the unknown
The streets with mystery
and dreams
approaches and I train my eyes
on that spectral unreachable
called Federal

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

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

Gripped by a restless spirit, I out the window
and through the 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 flaming sky
An obsession it's me in,
the dark church whispers my name,
on to Federal

Now the muse has me
and I to be inspired
The of the church
upon the have 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 rooftops and towers
the steeple awash in black
against the flaming sky
An obsession drawing me in,
the dark church whispers my name,
on to Hill