Luyện nghe bài hát Letters From Rimbaud

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

grows
Cause anything
We know
we are inside it
Everything
Cause goes

I'm the island
I'm the island

In greece as I've
and Lyre set the rhythms of action
And afterwards music and rhyme are games,
Keeping quietness

We gather, we gather, we gather we

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

grows
Cause anything

What do we remind you of? And you come around the show
You'll make it up that fast
When no one else more
And I can tell you one thing
You'll come back here for more.
There's nothing but a stand
And crouching on the floor (repeat 1)

grows
Cause anything
We cannot know because we are it

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