Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Away

Up on a hill as the day
With my pencil turning moments into
High above in the sky
A silent silver plane, it a golden chain

One by one all the appear
As the great winds of the planet in
Spinning like the night sky at Arles
In the million storm, the constellations form

On a hill under a sky
I have no idea exactly what drawn
Some kind of change, kind of spinning away
With every single line moving out in time

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

And as the world rolls round in the stars
In the
I draw, but the lines 'round in the stars
In the

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

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