Luyện nghe bài hát Messes Of Men

'I do not
We insist
Sailing in our ships
And coming in caravel
Tiring of trying, a necessary dying

Like the crab
In its proper season its shell
Such distance our friends
Like a scratch a lens
everything look wrong

From we stood
And our blew away
Before left the bay
So half-blind we wrote songs
On sheets of wood

You caught me making
At the other boat men's
And me laughing louder
At the jokes by their daughters

I'd set my course for
But you will
It a steady hand

To adulterous waters
The spinning blades
Held with the waves
As there's mistakes I've

No rowing outrun
The cloth low on the
to say I've got no past
But I'm
The librarian and son
tarnish on my brass

And on my glass
I'd never someone so crass
As to someone like me
But a few off the shore
I bit a flashing

And I you, it was not
it expected it to be
I still its kiss
That dull in my lip

Is a as useless
As a rod a reel
To an anchor ever
Seasick yet

Captain spotted
With his mate at the wheel
forgetfully along
With no to be strong

We keep our long
And when we pray we keep it
I a thimble full of fire
And I'm not ever back

Oh, my God!

'I do not exist,' we insist
While sink the heavy ship
Of we knew

If ever you near
I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I never show you
as beautiful as You