Luyện nghe bài hát Sonic Wind

Sonic honing in
On a tune that no one can
Perfect pitch, simple
Promises it would never

In the

Change in direction where never fly nor roam
Lie green valleys and wait for the call to come

Fire-tail bats, to attack
And set ablaze the and the roofs
Until the plan the hand
Burns the site down to the ground, the ground

Creators are carving and are left to weep
Sink to the filtering through the years
Closing behind the fears that run deep
Down in valleys wait for the call to come

When all over and the empty quarter
Returns to the again

5000 miles airplane graveyards
Landmass oceans
continents a sonic wind
Honing in on a tune no one can
Perfect pitch, glitch, promises
Over the skies, in

Change in
A sonic is blowing
And the it is burning
Down in green valleys where birds never fly nor
Over graveyards
And the wind is whistling