Luyện nghe bài hát Montague Terrace (In Blue)

The little clock's stopped now
We're swallowed in the rue
The only sound to the night
from the man upstairs

His bloated belching figure
He may through the ceiling soon
The window sees trees cry cold
And claw the

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

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

Your eyes ignite like blue fire
The scent of everywhere
A fist filled with
all our cares

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