Luyện nghe bài hát Knives Of Summertime

A flock of cut the sky
And buried in my black
And the clouds they in my head
And autumn rain soaked the dry

And the hurricane of her eyes wailed the knives
The of summertime, summertime
The of summertime, summertime
The of summertime

And I did stained glass tears
by the sun for many light years
And the fire in her hair
My red concertinas coming the stairs

And the of her eyes wailed away the knives
The knives of summertime,
The of summertime, summertime
The of summertime