Luyện nghe bài hát Flying Sorcery

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

No kept you grounded
While your thoughts could get
You were taking off in Moths
Your wings the brush-strokes of the day

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

Oh, you wrapped me up in a coat
And you me for a ride
We were with the tail-wind
When the runway in sight

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

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

The sun comes up on
As the sail away
And the maps and diagrams
Leonardo makes

You can see Faith, Hope and
As they bank above the
You can the flying circus
You can touch the morning air against your

Are you
Do you have a thought for me you can share?
Oh, I never you'd take me unawares
Just call me if you ever repairs
Oh, are you