Luyện nghe bài hát Sinking Spell

Oh look there's in the sky,
A floating, way up high,
It is not sitting there,
But falling slowly the air.

The sky pink and gold, it's knees,
level with the evening trees,
Morose, aloof,
It just above the roof.

The weeks went by, it it's way,
A lower, every day,
It settled in the night,
And the maid an awful fright.

It did not after all
in the upstairs hall,
It found the drawing room in
And slipped inside a urn.