Luyện nghe bài hát Messes Of Men

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

Like the crab
In its proper sheds its shell
Such distance from our
Like a scratch across a
Made everything look

From we stood
And our paper away
Before we'd the bay
So half-blind we wrote songs
On of salty wood

You caught me making
At the boat men's wives
And heard me laughing
At the told by their daughters

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

To navigate adulterous
The propeller's blades
Held with the waves
As mistakes I've made

No could outrun
The low on the mast
Like to say I've got no
But I'm
The and secretary's son
With tarnish on my

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

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

Is a memory as
As a rod a reel
To an ever dropped
yet still-docked

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

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

Oh, my God!

'I do not exist,' we faithfully
While watching sink the heavy
Of everything we

If you come near
hold up high a mirror
Lord, I could show you
as beautiful as You