Luyện nghe bài hát Flying Sorcery

With your of Kitty Hawk
And the biplanes on your
You always Amy Johnson
From the time you were small

No schoolroom you grounded
While your thoughts get away
You were taking off in Moths
Your against the brush-strokes of the day

Are you
On the with the winter in your hair
By the empty hangar you stop and stare
the oil-drums behind you, they won't care
Oh, are you

Oh, you wrapped me up in a leather
And you took me for a
We drifting with the tail-wind
When the runway in sight

And the clouds came up to us
And the turned to white
I looked the sky was empty
I suppose you never saw the

Are you
In your jacket the grease-stain and the tear
Caught up in the of the dare
The compass roads will you anywhere
Oh, are you

The sun up on Icarus
As the night-birds away
And the maps and diagrams
Leonardo makes

You can see Faith, and Charity
As they bank the fields
You can the flying circus
You can the morning air against your wheels

Are you
Do you have a for me that you can share?
Oh, I thought you'd take me unawares
call me if you ever need repairs
Oh, are you