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
While your could get away
You taking off in Tiger Moths
wings against the brush-strokes of the day

Are you
On the with the winter 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 me up in a leather coat
And you took me for a
We were drifting with the
When the runway in sight

And the clouds up to gather us
And the cockpit to white
I looked the sky was empty
I suppose you saw the landing-lights

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

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

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

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