Luyện nghe bài hát High Flying Bird

You a little cross
Of gold around neck
I saw it as you between my reason
Like a raven in the time when you left

I wear a chain upon my
That no name
You touched it and you it
And you kept it in your all the same

My bird
Has flown out my arms
I thought myself her
She thought I meant her

She I was the archer
A weatherman of
But I never shoot down
My, my high-flying

The white of your dressing room
Are stained in red
You bled the cold stone
Like a man
Hmm, in the foreign field of

Oh, wouldn't it be
Is all I you say
You never closed your eyes at
And learned to love
Instead you moved

My bird
Has flown from out my
I thought her keeper
She thought I her harm

She I was the archer
A of words
But I could shoot down
My

My bird
Has flown out my arms
I myself her keeper
She thought I meant her

She I was the archer
A of words
But I could never down
My, my high-flying

My high-flying, bird
My high-flying, high-flying
My high-flying, bird
My high-flying, bird