Luyện nghe bài hát Rags And Bones

Through the iron winter to the of June
Through the five o'clock skyline to the moon
There's a flickering figure alone
Making her junk creatures out of rags and

Where the vapour is rising between the seedling and the
And though the in waiting are wasting their time
'cause my veins are tracking street maps and the and the stones
And I'm still making my junk creatures out of rags and

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

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

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