Luyện nghe bài hát Messes Of Men

'I do not
We insist
Sailing in our ships
And in tiny caravel
of trying, there's a necessary dying

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

From we stood
And our paper away
Before left the bay
So half-blind we these songs
On sheets of salty

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

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

To adulterous waters
The propeller's spinning
Held acquaintance with the
As there's I've made

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

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

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

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

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

We our confessions long
And when we pray we it short
I a thimble full of fire
And I'm not coming back

Oh, my God!

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

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