Luyện nghe bài hát Standing Eight Count

In which are we going?
How runaways are we stowing?
the black sea with your arms around me
In whose have we gone missing?

I am too to imagine
A different to this famine
In the building chaos of calendars and
I a mark somewhere and I got us lost
a standing eight count

Out on the shore less waters
Comrade do you think go under?
On which is my lover waking up?
You pass this bottle and then I too much

I lean your up against me
And believe that you still want me
The swell of white and a silver streak of light
Here on the bowline we pay for our size
It's a standing count

Lessons will come, wisdom wait
it does, it's too late
What are we now?
Our backs on the
Our faces both bloodied and
When we oughta better by now

The flat and troubled, shapeless
It stretches further then you've
There's no love like our
And none older, none as
You the ones you love
And we do much worse

How many fingers am I
How tears are you withholding?
There's beads of pouring in our eyes
If it were blood, we know it
It's a stand, it's standing eight