Luyện nghe bài hát Passerine

Like carillon bells, the house of rings
With the hymn of my fellow passerine, they took to it
Like a fox to a burrow, like an to an aerie
And my god, it's hard to even hum a single thing

You the song that I'd always sing
You were the that the fire would bring
But I can't shake this that I was only
the spear into your side again

See, my birds of a kind, they more and are looking like
Centurions than any messiah
And as I prune my like leaves from a vine
I find that we have fewer and in kind, but

My palms and still reek of gasoline
throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman dream
Purifying the holy to melt the gilded seams
It bring me relief, no it don't bring me nothing that

You the song that I'd always sing
You were the light that the would bring
But I can't this feeling that I was only
Pushing the spear into your again
And again and

he comes a knocking at my door
What am I to do, What am I to do, oh
When the wind rolls in form the north
am I to do, What am I to do, oh lord

When he comes a knocking at my
What am I to do, am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind in form the north
am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord

When he comes a knocking at my
am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold rolls in form the north
am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord