Luyện nghe bài hát Rags And Bones

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

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

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

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

Oh yeah, the and the nail
Oh yeah, the heart's in the small
Oh yeah, and the Devil's in the
And in the rags and

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