Luyện nghe bài hát Letters From Rimbaud

In Greece as I've
Verse and Lyre set the rhythms of
And afterwards and rhyme are games, pastime

Everything
anything goes
We know
Because we are it
Everything
anything goes

I'm almost the
I'm almost the

In greece as I've
Verse and Lyre set the of action
And afterwards and rhyme are games, pastime
only quietness

We gather, we gather, we gather we

We gather up the fruit of the
Pen pushers and authors always full of numbers crumble
The is truly the fire stealer
The poet is the fire stealer
The stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers, the stealers,

Everything
anything goes

What do we remind you of? And when you come the show
never make it up that fast
When no one considers more
And I can tell you one thing
never come back here for more.
There's nothing but a broken
And lovers crouching on the (repeat 1)

Everything
Cause goes
We cannot know because we are it

I'm almost an
But not yet
I'm an island
But not yet