Luyện nghe bài hát Nightwatchmen

To the girl nightwatchmen
My other, my joy with oil-drum fire
You my gentle unfolding
The and the dye, the needle and eye

These songs you sing as you waltz her up the
And the boy at the wheels of the chair
We are loved for these that pass us by
All good for

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

Pool of alabaster limbs my arms
So that I have my place
Although the crutch may just
To dull the blade

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

To the girl among
The long of morning
Will you by the hand

stones, they're all spoken for
You've chosen the
Everything is just so, is so

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