Luyện nghe bài hát Messes Of Men

'I do not
We insist
in our separate ships
And coming in tiny
Tiring of trying, there's a necessary

Like the horseshoe
In its proper season its shell
Such distance our friends
Like a scratch across a
Made look wrong

From we stood
And our paper blew
we'd left the bay
So half-blind we these songs
On sheets of wood

You me making eyes
At the other men's wives
And me laughing louder
At the told by their daughters

I'd set my for land
But you will
It takes a hand

To navigate adulterous
The spinning blades
Held with the waves
As there's I've made

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

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

And I you, it was not
What it it to be
I still taste its
dull hook in my lip

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

Captain napping
With his first at the wheel
Floating forgetfully
With no to be strong

We our confessions 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 faithfully
While sink the heavy ship
Of everything we

If ever you come
I'll up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you
Anything as as You