Luyện nghe bài hát Rags And Bones

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

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

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

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

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

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