Luyện nghe bài hát Poets Moon

--- "Poet's Moon" from the single "Credo" ---
You sit there biding your of your head and into your mind
thoughts that are dreams in action
A glass raised to an absent muse a boy in his father's shoes
And a drunk man smiles at thistle under a moon
Under a Poet's moon a life sign burning
A Poet's moon a vision shining and
The lie in the long grass, stolen flowers make their bed
Under a Poet's moon there are in action, prayers met
And questions answered as the world birls in the
I'm still staring at the skies under a Poet's
A night black as hoodlo's eye, the sparks fly from a fire
As the burn among us under a Poet's moon
A seed falls onto stony ground a hope and without a sound
From the weeds will the flowers under a Poet's moon
Under a Poet's moon, there's a salmon
In a guddler's hand that is patient
With a lover's touch, to charm the
His play the reeds
Under a Poet's there's a whistle blowing out in no mans land
Where a is falling in a deadly night
The dreamers stand like in a storm
You sit there biding your time out of your head and into mind
Penning thoughts are dreams in action
A cross in a polling booth another flies in a field
Of blue and a man smiles
At a thistle under a moon
Under a Poet's moon there are crying, dead men born
And devils laughing and the dance goes on till
You're from the floor
Under a Poet's there are dreams in action
Prayers met and questions answered as the birls in the darkness
I'm still at the skies, under a Poet's moon