Luyện nghe bài hát Flying Sorcery

With your photographs of Hawk
And the on your wall
You were Amy Johnson
From the that you were small

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

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

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

And the came up to gather us
And the cockpit to white
I looked the sky was empty
I you never saw the landing-lights

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

The sun up on Icarus
As the night-birds sail
And lights the and diagrams
That Leonardo

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

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