Luyện nghe bài hát Mcgreggor

Ooooh.

There was at the table, crying on the stairs.
A raven at the gables singing doesn't care.
A woman at the window her hands on her hips.
Staring out across the ocean, like the of a ship.
No blinking or emotion like the of a ship.
Just endeavor and devotion the prow, of a ship.

And Oooh, in your bed.
Oooh, dead.

The were in the kitchen, carving up the will.
When the long line of snaked down the hill.
think they're winning. They're shaking hands.
With the prodigal and pompous who the man.
Father figures and fuckers who knew the man.
torment in the party, as if god knew the man.

And Oooh, rest in bed.
Oooh, dead.

his lies. Pick up the pen.
his reign.
For the that bore him is in heat again.