Luyện nghe bài hát Mr 1470

Here I sit in my bones, on the bones upon the
out at the wild, blue yonder
Digging deep, I'd found in my pockets
Naked now my skin to crawl
I dream Suits, I see
Looking back, was there ever such a
Immersed in mystery I was witnessing a
Digging I came across a murder
the roots of our spreading family tree
We to love, we learned to kill
We taught to rule the world
I dream Suits, I see
Do you see Suits, can you Suits?
There I stood, pressed against the window
I know his number, but I'll never his name
Behind the glass in the sockets
A recognition, my skin to crawl
We to love, we learned to kill
We taught ourselves to rule this
But who's the one we're of
We are the sons of
The geese fly chevrons the night sky
south, the hunters lead them on
Jets trail the of skirts of angels
A train threads along very floor
So we live in our bones, on the bones beneath the soil
Staring out, in the darkness
Digging we try to find the answers
To all the that hatch within our skulls
We learned to love, we to kill
We taught ourselves to rule world
For who's the one we're of?
We are the son of
I of Suits. Do you dream Suits?
(Dick/Paterson/Boult)