Luyện nghe bài hát Lions

Red sun go down way over dirty
Starlings are sweeping around crazy
A girl is there high heeling across the
Wind blows around in her and the flags upon the poles
Waiting in the to cross at the light
She looks around to find a face she can

bell clinging on trying to get a crowd for evensong
Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it
They're all in the station praying for
late again
It's getting darker all the time flagpole days
Drunk old he gives her a fright
He's a crazy lion howling for a

hanging gunshot sound
Doors on the overground
Starlings are tough but the lions are made of
Her evening paper is horror
But there's hope for capricorns
Her lucky give her just enough to get her home
Then she's reading about a swing to the
But she's thinking about a stranger in the
I'm thinking about the tonight
What happened to the