Luyện nghe bài hát Rags And Bones

Through the winter to the fires of June
the five o'clock skyline to the deeadlocked moon
There's a flickering dancing alone
her junk creatures out of rags and bones

Where the vapour is rising the seedling and the vine
And the shadow's in waiting are wasting their time
'cause my veins are tracking street and the compass and the stones
And I'm still making my junk out of rags and bones

Oh yeah, the and the nail
Oh yeah, the heart's in the change
Oh yeah, and the Devil's in the
Ans in my and bones

Now it's the fist through the window, it's the that you brought
It's a far cry the shackles of cognitive thought
It's the lines on the door, just see how they've grown
Up from junk creatures made from rags and bones

Oh yeah, the hammer and the
Oh yeah, the heart's in the small
Oh yeah, and the in the detail
And in the rags and

And now the candle's flickered out, the walls been built
And they are racking up the weapons of and piss and guilt
Voices have been silenced, but belong to anyone
And these little junk creatures made from and bones
And these little junk made from rags and bones
and bones