Luyện nghe bài hát Passerine

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

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

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

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

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

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

he comes a knocking at my door
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

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