Luyện nghe bài hát Strange Language

Up on the bluff, where I I was
up the pages of history
My cold dangling, my bony arms gesturing
To summon up a chunk of that history

In the corridor the are long
And it with my equilibrium
And there's strains of a language

Up on the bluff, the hardwoods jut
Out toward the of history
My crusty mind cracks, my restless heart
The fractal of history

In the corridor the are long
And it messes with my
And strains of a strange language

In the the shadows are long
And it messes with my
And there's strains of a strange