Luyện nghe bài hát Montague Terrace (In Blue)

The little clock's ticking now
swallowed in the stomached rue
The only to tear the night
Comes from the man

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

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

The girl across the hall makes
Her thoughts lay cold like shattered
Her are full of tales to tell
Of all the she's known

eyes ignite like cold blue fire
The of secrets everywhere
A fist filled illusions
Clutches all our

But we know we
And we'll dream we
Of Montague Terrace in oh in blue