Luyện nghe bài hát Passerine

Like carillon bells, the of Augustus rings
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 were the song that I'd always
You were the light that the fire bring
But I can't shake feeling that I was only
the spear into your side again

See, my birds of a kind, they and more are looking like
Centurions than any little
And as I prune my feathers like 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 rock to the gilded seams
It don't bring me relief, no it don't me nothing that

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

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

When he comes a at my door
am I to do, what 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

he comes a knocking 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