Luyện nghe bài hát Rags And Bones

Through the iron winter to the fires of
Through the o'clock skyline to the deeadlocked moon
There's a figure dancing alone
Making her junk creatures out of rags and

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

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

Now it's the fist through the window, the wine 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 little junk creatures made from rags and bones

Oh yeah, the hammer and the
Oh yeah, the in the small change
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 of blood and piss and guilt
Voices been silenced, but they belong to anyone
And these little junk creatures from rags and bones
And these little junk creatures from rags and bones
Rags and