Luyện nghe bài hát Sorrows Of A Blue Eyed Liar

Pale skies, last snow of
John the butcher, picked Robin clean
Black smoke, tied to nine
The wheel of that won't ever stop
in heaven, rain on the stove
The plough is crooked, the lead hold

So sing to me blackbird from out on wire
Sing me the of a blue eyed liar

prayers, what never can be
Solemn repeated to me
bare, down to my soul
And it breaks, nobody will know
Hole in heaven, on the stove
is crooked, lead won't hold

So sing to me blackbird from out on wire
Sing me the sorrows of a blue eyed liar

on the old weather vein
The where the bay ponies play
When "love" is too hard to say
is pain

A dies, all will then know
Lone black feather, rests on white
Hole in heaven, on the stove
is crooked, the lead won't hold

So to me blackbird from out on your wire
me the many sorrows of a blue eyed liar