Luyện nghe bài hát Passerine

Like carillon bells, the house of rings
With the echoing of my fellow passerine, they 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 that I'd sing
You the light that the fire would bring
But I can't shake this 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 leaves from a vine
I that we have fewer and fewer in kind, but

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

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

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

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

When he a knocking 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, what am I to do, oh