Luyện nghe bài hát Homburg

(brooker / reid)*

Your business friend
Has her bags and fled
Leaving only ash-filled
And the unmade bed
The on reflection
Has climbed back the wall
For the she found descended
And the ceiling was too

trouser cuffs are dirty
And your shoes are up wrong
better take off your homburg
'cos your is too long
The town in the market square
Stands waiting for the
When hands they both turn backwards
And on meeting devour
Both and also any fool
Who dares to tell the
And the sun and will shatter
And the cease to sign