Luyện nghe bài hát Passerine

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

You were the song that I'd sing
You were the light that the would bring
But I shake this feeling that I was only
Pushing the into your side again

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

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

You were the that I'd always sing
You were the light that the fire bring
But I shake this feeling that I was only
Pushing the spear your side again
And and again

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

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