Luyện nghe bài hát Passerine

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

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

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

My and fingers still reek of gasoline
From throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman
Purifying the holy rock to melt the seams
It don't bring me relief, no it don't bring me that

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

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

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

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