Luyện nghe bài hát Gentle Beast

Loved a when I was twelve.
From a book in,
To rule, pages in pen.
And I each note,
In an old box.

So one day I read them again,
But I'll feel the way that I felt.

It's the wolves' howl out at the wind.
They know there's to kill,
And no to win.
And when the comes,
The beast puts to bed.

(noises)

People here me afraid.
never say what I should say.
Not in this up ghetto yard,
All chicken-boned, cars.
She my teeth,
In a jar.

One day I see you again,
But never feel the way that I felt

It's like the wolves' out at the wind.
They know there's to kill,
And no to win.
And when the comes,
The beast himself to bed.
(repeated)