Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Away

Up on a hill as the day
my pencil turning moments into line
High in the violet sky
A silent silver plane, it draws a golden

One by one all the stars
As the great of the planet spiral in
Spinning away like the sky at Arles
In the million insect storm, the constellations

On a under a raven sky
I have no idea what I've drawn
Some kind of change, some of spinning away
With every single moving further out in time

And now as the moon rides in the stars
In the
Her form in my pale blue lines in the
In the

And there as the rolls round in the stars
In the
I draw, but the lines move in the stars
In the

And there as the great wheels in the stars
In the
I draw, but my drawing fades in the
In the

And now as the old sun in the stars
In the
I and the four winds sigh in the stars
In the