Luyện nghe bài hát Hollow

Theres a at the end of the road,
Where the fields collide the snow,
And the clock strikes every hour,
With the girl locked up in the tower.

a place at the end of the woods,
Where the ships are being up with goods,
And the trees are old their tales,
Where the birds have sunk their trails.

a house at the end of the line,
Where the sounds will creak down spine,
where the edge drag you nearer,
and the Is coming clearer,
theres a down the end of the line.