Luyện nghe bài hát She Flies On Strange Wings

From the
* Seven
* Golden Earring
* II
* blast of the century

Lonely is the night you
as lonely as a shepherd without sheep
and flies the falcon,
in the high air
Without in the Sprane Valleys deer
She softness as a gown
She spreads all around
Her feathers still
She takes but nothing and she gives so

She flies on wings
She on strange winds
She brings strange
She flies on wings
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 this feeling to my head
To fly with her sky to sky
'Cause my seemed to be dead
So I up towards her
on my mutilated
But all the sings against me now
It's the lady of the strange
She wears as a gown
She spreads magic all
Her still untouched
She takes but and she gives so much