Luyện nghe bài hát Spinning Away

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

One by one all the stars
As the great winds of the spiral in
Spinning away the night sky at Arles
In the million storm, the constellations form

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

And now as the pale moon rides in the
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 move 'round in the
In the

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

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