Luyện nghe bài hát Suit On A Frame

There's a suit on my like a shadow of birds
Stitched all by a murmur of words
That hang a moon in the thread of the air
And speak with the sound of my every

a light at the end of the evenings that bring
A fire that only such hour can
It slips off the in the trees going bare
That lean in to hear every prayer

The past is a dark foreign country calls
That you whisper regret into the cracks of its
That rise at the border of and despair
And fall when they've heard our every

An old woman stands up in a with a fan
Signals the shore with a of her hand
To a town disappeared and a boy
That he wades into with her every prayer

Now there's a cut on my that I can't leave alone
I reach it to just how close to the bone
Does my skin and my allow me to dare
To live in the word of my prayer?

My every