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

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

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

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

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

We do not tributes, we desire information
We seek the drink who has lately betrayed his nation
Albatross on neck and a hooker on the shore
Dog-men to the deck, there's a on the
In the wake of the swollen

Bury your treasure, your crops
Black rising and it ain't gonna stop