Luyện nghe bài hát Flying Sorcery

With your photographs of Kitty
And the biplanes on your
You were Amy Johnson
From the time that you were

No schoolroom 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 tarmac the winter in your hair
By the empty hangar doors you and stare
the oil-drums behind you, they won't care
Oh, are you

Oh, you wrapped me up in a coat
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 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 slipstream of the
The compass will guide you anywhere
Oh, are you

The sun comes up on
As the night-birds sail
And lights the maps and
That makes

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

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