Luyện nghe bài hát Passerine

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

You the song that I'd always sing
You were the light that the fire would
But I can't shake this feeling that I was
Pushing the spear into your side

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

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

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

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

When he a knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh
When the cold rolls 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
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh