Luyện nghe bài hát She Flies On Strange Wings

From the
* tears
* Earring Live
* II
* Last blast of the

Lonely is the night you
as lonely as a shepherd without sheep
and where the falcon,
in the high air
Without in the Sprane Valleys deer
She wears as a gown
She magic all around
Her still untouched
She but nothing and she gives so much

She flies on strange
She on strange winds
She brings things
She flies on strange
She off when she desires
Silence grows on her
She can bring you so much
She spreads on all her trips, yeah

Woke up morning
and feeling came to my head
To fly her from sky to sky
my mind seemed to be dead
So I floated up her
on my mutilated
But all the blackness sings me now
It's the lady of the wings
She wears as a gown
She magic all around
Her feathers still
She takes but nothing and she so much