Luyện nghe bài hát Passerine

Like bells, the house of Augustus rings
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 I'd always sing
You were the light that the would bring
But I can't shake feeling that I was only
Pushing the spear into side again

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

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

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

When he a knocking 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, 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 form the
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh

When he comes a knocking at my
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