Luyện nghe bài hát Lions

Red sun go way over dirty town
Starlings are sweeping around shoals
They send a girl is high heeling across the square
Wind around in her hair and the flags upon the poles
Waiting in the crowd to cross at the
She looks to find a face she can like

Church clinging on just to trying to get a crowd for Evensong
Nobody cares to depend the chime it plays
all in the station praying for trains the congregation late again
It's getting darker all the time flagpole days
Drunk old soldier he gave her a fright he's lion he's howling for a fight

Strap hanging gunshot sound doors slamming on the
Starlings are tough but the lions are of stone
Her evening is horror torn but there's hope later Capricorns
Lucky give her just enough to get her home
Then she's reading a swing to the right
But she's about a stranger in the night

I'm thinking the lions, thinking about the loins
What to the lions, to the lions, to the lions, to the lions

Thinking the loins
Thinking the loins