Luyện nghe bài hát Suit On A Frame

There's a on my frame like a shadow of birds
all together by a murmur of words
That hang like a in the thread of the air
And speak with the of my every prayer

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

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

An old woman stands up in a boat a fan
Signals the with a wave of her hand
To a disappeared and a boy unaware
That he wades into reeds with her every

Now there's a cut on my cheek that I can't alone
I reach it to find how close to the bone
Does my skin and my blood allow me to
To live in the of my every prayer?

My every