Luyện nghe bài hát Suit On A Frame

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

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

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

An old woman stands up in a boat a fan
Signals the shore a wave 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 cheek I can't leave alone
I reach it to find just how close to the
Does my skin and my blood allow me to
To live in the of my every prayer?

My prayer