Luyện nghe bài hát Hampstead Incident

Standing by the Everyman, digging the on my sail
fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale
The heath was hung in magic mists, dripping glades
I'll taste a taste until my mind drifts this scene and fades

In the night

Crystals in the grass, I polish them with thought
On my lash there in my eye a star of is caught
Fortunes in grains of sand, here I am is all I know
Candy stuck in children's hair, I go

In the time
In the night

Gypsy is the clown of love, I paint his face a
we ever make, we always make in style, yeah

Yeah, strange young girls radar screens, yeah
And hands as quick as
I won't just now, on maybe and even then I'll wait

In the night
In the night

Standing by the Everyman, digging the on my sail
Rain to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale
The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted glades
I'll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this and fades

In the time
In the night