Luyện nghe bài hát High Flying Bird

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

I wear a chain my wrist
That bears no
You touched it and you it
And you it in your pillow all the same

My high-flying
Has flown from out my
I myself her keeper
She I meant her harm

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

The walls of your dressing room
Are in scarlet red
You bled upon the cold
a young man
Hmm, in the foreign field of

Oh, it be wonderful?
Is all I you say
You never closed your eyes at
And learned to daylight
you moved away

My high-flying
Has from out my arms
I thought myself her
She thought I meant her

She I was the archer
A weatherman of
But I could never shoot
My

My high-flying
Has flown from out my
I myself her keeper
She thought I her harm

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

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