Luyện nghe bài hát Montague Terrace (In Blue)

The little clock's ticking now
We're in the stomached rue
The sound to tear the night
Comes from the man

His bloated figure stomps
He may crash the ceiling soon
The window sees trees cry from
And the moon

But we don't we
And we'll dream we
Of Montague in blue

The girl across the makes love
Her thoughts lay cold shattered stone
Her thighs are of tales to tell
Of all the nights she's

Your eyes ignite like cold blue
The of secrets everywhere
A filled with illusions
all our cares

But we know we
And dream won't we
Of Montague Terrace in oh in blue