Luyện nghe bài hát Letter in Icelandic from the Ninette San

You'll recall from the sagas I hope last stand at Drangey
How his on the sword made his enemies cut off his hand
If he'd fled here instead, and had tasted terrible coffee
Or read these letters you sent surrender, and lay the blade down

And Halloween
Skinny ghosts dress like cowboys and at the railing by my door
On their way the children's ward

Bev Monroe and his Valley boys play at the party
And I practice my English on nurses, "Oh, that's a name."
And they may ask for mine, but the burns on my from the x-rays
Say I show anyone anything ever again

In year
I'll be or shivering here.
Coughing at the grey
Painted orange by the moon

Pack up clothes
Drive her down to the new Betel
the boat to Arnison
And go stand up straight
In the you're longing for
And write to me anymore