Luyện nghe bài hát (in The Wake Of) The Swollen Goat

No horizon is by the clouds
Settlements nary a sound
And there black birds singing and fish floating on the sea
While the bells of the buoys all in harmony

your treasure, burn your crops
Black water and it ain't gonna stop

The governor he been long gone, anchor dropped on his front
Build a keep and dig a moat, the return of the Swollen
Can you the fife and drums, barnacles barking at the sun
no chance, so don't you try, now everybody got to die

Bury treasure, burn your crops
Black water rising and it gonna stop

We do not desire tributes, we desire
We seek the worm drink who has lately betrayed his
Albatross on your neck and a hooker on the
Dog-men to the deck, a hooker on the
In the of the swollen goat

Bury your treasure, burn your
Black water rising and it ain't stop