Luyện nghe bài hát Five Lines

Five
Five
With which he marked
lines flared from the ovens
He pulled the ribbons from their
With beaten from the sheets of his mother
Songs for the end of

lines
Return the to their singing
The sun fell, should we it to the foxes?
The sun fell the sky
Leave it to its wits and its
The sun from the sky in the form of a stag
Buried in the forest

And thats where he it
A to the head
That left it
Nothing further was

set a place for him
Well set a then

For he had
Blood, bone, to the sky
Even in
Nothing could spared him
Five
lines flared from the oven
Five lines with which he marked out

Leave him for the
him for the foxes