Luyện nghe bài hát Nightwatchmen

To the girl among
My other, my joy with your oil-drum
You were my gentle
The and the dye, the needle and eye

These songs you sing as you her up the stairs
And the boy at the wheels of the chair
We are for these things that pass us by
All we're for

As the sand flows into the
You every grain that it might remain
of me wants to see you crumble
Like those toys on a

Pool of alabaster limbs into my
So that I might my place
Although the may just serve
To dull the blade

That you brought to this
Let's go another
go another round

To the among nightwatchmen
The long fingers of
Will you by the hand

Precious stones, all spoken for
You've the tunes
is just so, is just so

And now birdsong, ice in the sun
Drip feed of talk and pleasantries
And I wait for a gap in the
To tell her I'll always hold you
all I'm good for