Luyện nghe bài hát Rags And Bones

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

Where the vapour is between the seedling and the vine
And the shadow's in waiting are wasting their time
my veins are tracking street maps 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 in the small change
Oh yeah, and the in the detail
Ans in my rags and

Now it's the through the window, it's the wine that you brought
It's a far cry from the shackles of cognitive
It's the lines on the fridge door, just see how they've
Up from little junk creatures 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 have been
And are racking up the weapons of blood and piss and guilt
Voices have been silenced, but they to anyone
And these little junk creatures made rags and bones
And these little junk made from rags and bones
and bones