Luyện nghe bài hát May I Call You Beatrice

Just a little in the head of the one
With the sunburnt cheeks and the to the ground
Making earwaxed tongue-tied sounds

Thinking of the lost rib, the indelible
Thinking the unthinkable, no home

And the eyes say, I don't we've met
I don't believe you've had the
I don't we've met

the wind, when the wind, when the wind blows cold
And the eyes of the child old
When the erratic rises and falls
Above the metronome
You can take me to the gravestone

See her strain from the weight of the
Spinning around his assumptions, barefoot and lipped
He in his chair, blowing his world around

First she's Beatrice then a pumpkin
Then she's a faded leaf in a book on his pantry

When the wind, the wind, when the wind blows cold
And the eyes of the grow old
When the erratic conga and falls
the faithful metronome
You can me back to the gravestone

The head sees the hand play with the in the pocket
And the head knows the hand knows the ring is as
As the tear-soaked shoulder in a in another town

And the ring is getting and so is the crown
she drags to the chair feebly to keep the swelling down

When the wind, when the wind, when the wind cold
And the eyes of the child old
When the erratic rises and falls
Above the metronome
You can take me back to the

the bird in the bush is worth two in the hand
And the empty holds the empty man
The bird keeps flying the orgoglian rising

And the phone keeps ringing and the phone keeps
And the ring slipping and the phone
And the keeps on ringing

And he's thinking about the one who got
And he's thinking the one who got away
And he's thinking about the one who got
And he's about the one who got away

And thinking and he's thinking
thinking?